I was the boredom that soothed your dead times
I am helicopters ranging and hovering above
Taking aim on you when you have sworn you were ready
But, when the time is peculiar and you have dropped your guard
I will take heed to your frailty
And prey on yr weakness.
You can count your lucky stars
That you will be buried in my memory
Long before I take the time
To bury you literally.
