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.

More serious things to take to heed
Let's drink and **** and make them bleed.  
Trash the house smash all the dishes let the garden go to seed
Spurn those neighbours puerile wishes
Burn the sequestrations we don't read.

To always get the last word like some tight self righteous *******
Ever forwards never backwards
Beat at the heels and hooves of fools and *******
Like it matters, like it really ******* matters.

All aboard for this adventure for this veritable adventure
With the sick the sad mad sufferer's of dementia
Although but barely over forty odd,
In another dimension they could be god they could be god
Or an invention of the media.

All Innocence lost
Think of the cost
Think of the exorbitant financial cost
For all those who could do good
Inside they brood
Inside my radioactive neighbourhood.  

Now feel remorse.
Feel remorse for all the insects
All the dead insects
killed by my hand killed by my hand
Still inconsolable indiscernible,
trans-dimensionally faded
Sick and jaded
And all the ******* that I really really can't stand.

Void of compassion
Void of passion
Tip back handing  
Hip with branding
And a simple contractual understanding.
Now come back into the fold
Get on the path or face old
Neptune's wrath
Remember must
Be kind to mammy
Or face insurmountable tsunami
With a tea spoon and damp dish cloth

Use protection
Buy the election
Rich mans disease
Poor mans affliction
Dry your tear ducts
Sick to the guts
And as ever
We have again eaten very strange meat products
Unpronounceable indigestible
Full with bile and virile hate
The noun has won the noun has won.

But hate is such a strong word
To use against the truly truly absurd.