Stardust and Space Trash

In the morning I'll call home
to see who's survived

Endless mourning
and alcohol
has let them all pass me by.

Now I'm certain there's an end
The only question is when

Left to rot
amongst the dead
and
the dying.

Adrift in the infinite
forever black

Burning a million years away
for all the things
I can't take back.

Hate has followed me to Hell,
at least the flames
don't pretend to treat me well.

I just want to go
home now.