Silence,
The only sound coming from a fan.
Darkness,
The only light coming from the stars outside
Coldness,
The only warmth coming from a single blanket.
Isolation,
The only company coming from old memories.
Who would've known quitting was such a big
mistake?
Now I sit here, rotting,
my soul free to take.
Nothing of my own,
Not one thing belongs to me
Nowhere to go,
Not even someone to see.
I want to turn my life around,
But I don't know how.
The place to do it is here,
The time to do it is now.
Now I'm on top of the world,
Not a single thing can stop me.
I'm a great success,
I go as high as the eye can see.
But now I can't sleep,
My sequestrations keeping me awake.
Now I sit here, rotting,
My soul free to take.