Oblivion

A house on the left

Was cut out of the rest

The inmates weren't adept

They mutually failed every onlooker's test

Much to other's dismay

They continued with their daily feuds

Profanity was full display

They had long shut modest verbal modes

It's was once what I called home

Now its a haven for disdain and I live alone

Everybody has abandoned it for their best

It is searching for a saviour in a mad hatter with jest

Conversations and Confrontations don't seem to work

It needs a revamp, a transformation to be woke

To brush up a few shades of quirk

A certain master painter's stroke

This house feels and sounds like a hell

It also holds prisoners living in a cell

They now practice the most denounced way of life

Oblivion is their sacred hide