8/30

What's it like 
knowing
you are going to die
without ever truly being loved?

No one has wasted time getting to
know you

Spent waking hours in the dead of night
wondering about your touch

Boiled and raged inside
with their desire to kiss
you

Wandered a lonely street
wishing
you
were by their side

Sure, many fine actors will
show up as your bell tolls

They will shed their
forced
crocodile tears
long enough for your
corpse to cool so they
can make a quick grab for your
cash

The only thing of possible value
you will leave behind

They will cry for themselves
joy at inheriting all of your
now useless and filthy paper

built on the sweat and fear and needs
and sacrifices
of
others

This was your life's work

All of us die alone
But not all of us have to die
lonely

But you will.