Monotonous

It's kind of really boring how you talk and talk and talk in circles
and how I could slowly but surely feel my eyes glazing over with this filth that I've never felt before. All because of your words. It's like, they almost sort of hit me right in the face like a freight train, just hit me unexpectedly while I'm about to close my eyes and drift off into my own world of words. Not your words of course, because yours are pieces of shit and if I could, if they were visible in the midst of it all, I would just smack you and shove those shit words right down your throat where other things belong. I hope this kills you inside and out, because we both did.