Absolute Zero

I've grown in age but not in wit
It seems my world has gone to shit
I've common sense enough not to care
But it's left my body in a sorry state of disrepair
 
Body in mind or flesh of bone
Either as whole or left alone
Are as empty as space in spite of want
And spread as leather, ground down and pulled taut
 
Dried out and weathered in creases
The bitterness can be picked off in pieces
To form a mound of scabs alas
With volume enough to fill a hourglass
 
I've lost my desire, lost it somewhither
Along with my ambition gone imprisoned thither
Dread creeps on inside me like a funeral procession
And so I've come to terms within my indiscretion