Billions of silent, twinkling stars
Are popular in the night time sky
With nowhere important to go
The variables are provoked
Into dying quietly
I watch the world spin
Like a lady wearing a dress
From the comfort of my abode
As if I\'m frozen in time
I am the radiation burning skin
I\'ve always got an axe to grind
I have a new desire for revenge
I\'m dependent on the drugs
Dreaming of a peachy paradise
I adhere to the scintillating idea
I had anticipated life would work out
I couldn\'t have been anymore wrong
It\'s comedy, gobbledygook
Otherwise I am mute or eating hospital food
Like the young drunk infidel I am
Nemec on a sea
Breathing in the falling snowflakes
I feel giddy like a limerick
Squeezing the white sap
I\'ve been thinking \'bout my salad days, school years
I am a prophecy
A bard at heart, seldom happy
Pretty lonely like the Isle of Mull
Warm and sweating
Stretching myself.