Ghosts of past icons hung on the walls,
echoes of music whispering through halls

of stained chequered linoleum floors,
incarnadine crimson curtains and dead applause

welcome to Tranquility Lane Hotel
where all you see is broken
welcome to the devourer of dreams, where
you can buy shame with one chipped casino token

when all you fear is real, and all you wish is perished

when all the world around is charred, here we have everything you ever cherished

*****, drugs, fights and ***
money, food, water and insects

the mutant hounds of the apocalypse screech and howl
as you sit back in a freshly perfumed bath towel
watching old TV adverts of a world gone by
an era decimated in the blink of an eye

stretch back and sip that brilliant post-war champagne
please ignore the screams and mysterious stains

no one ever leaves, no one ever tells,

welcome traveller to

Tranquility Lane Hotel.