They sequestered themselves there, as always. I might be wrong but where is my sworn life? I used to think and sing that there is no future to dream about. Let's go down to the lake, there's nothing to see. What will I do? Start again, begin again at the edge of a square, walk it through over its physical space. Words are spreading out, come again? Nothing spectacular, just the ordinary simple yelling. Falsetto whining, drum beat in accord with the tambourine shake. Decline, detest, saying no repeatedly with distorted face. No sounds like know. You have to piss on the rain again? you have take the piss at everything. When I turn around, you stiffen my spine, the boy look up at me, i look back at him, staring nothing. I will paint my own life at the distant corner of my right hand. Yellow baby, gawking eyes wondering for some comfort. This heart, too many holes and patches shaking violentlty waiting for the alarm clock to run out of batteries. Ruptures of volcanoes ensuring the deadly work. they dont speak for us, stoic approach with the carbon monoxide. This is my final fit, my final bellyache, no more tears no more hearfelt sadness, please please.