security/blanket

comfort(er)
blank(et)
clowns and all that
smothering myself again
drowning beneath the weight
forcing down breaths
between sobs
between me and the edge of the knife
waiting for fate to intervene
and can the show
because no one can go on watching
the self-indulgent repetitive parade
i mean. its barely a farce
and lacks any real drama
and the protagonist is
shall we say
a bit of a downer
obsessive weird thing
totally unphotogenic
pull that shit
switch channels
punch the screen
call the network and complain
or else they'll play more of the same
and by god we're sick of it
wading through tepid hours of tripe
i doubt they even rehearse
and the writing
slack
lack lustre
cliche
drivel

i could go on
but it just gets worse
so i should probably stop right there