This Kills

Staring at an empty space;
Uninspired; Such a blank face.

Deafening silence;
Of words locked; motionless.

Deadpan attacks the isolated;
Ounces of horror abruptly greeted.

Momentarily, nothing inside the brain leaks;
Thus, commanding - sleepyhead, just think!

Boredom tortures;
Oh please, save me from this sore.