Boredom(kishern manickam)

Boredom,Boredom,Boredom,
Like a home to a dome,
Boredom,Boredom,Boredom,
Like cheese with ease,
As blandly as brandy,
As ankhs of blanks,
Like pools of wools,
Warm as corn,
Just like hair,
Lifeless like air,
Functional as a chair,
With pure silence,
Without cure,
Of noises,
Just silence,
Suppressing violence,
Like fury,
Surprising gory,
With stories,
Of stones,
Just laying down,
With lying frowns, 
Having to own,
The chalice of lies,
Not even the slushes,
Sloshes, 
Slashes,
And gushes,
Of liquid makes a noise or a sound,
Silent as it is,
Filled with boredom,
Drilled with oppression,
To keep silence precious,
And ferocious,
As a fake gem,
Of amends,
Silent bores and hums,
Silencer is a dancer,
Fancies of to it's victims,
To turn and burn,
The urns of noises,
To do nothing,
And to wait,
For your fate,
It's worse than death itself,
It is as worse as heath,
To eat everything it succumbs,
And to devour unmercifully,
Of anyone that stands,
with strands of ropes,
On its way to dash hopes,
For boredom can only be solved,
By striving and thriving,
For the best,
Out of the test.