The Note
He awakens to bleakened morning.
All might as well be lost.
He has failed.
His body contorts to life’s rhythm.
Servitude to others;
Uncaring masters of single consciousness.
When the coffin closes
They suddenly care.
Blind to the aches,
By now, the eyes fill salty.
Hating the monotonous life,
He seeks freedom;
While receiving the daily whip,
Success ignored.
Like all others
He is above all selfish,
All selflessness punished,
All attempts to help unpaid.
Forever missing the caress;
The cure for all ills,
Security and servitude.
Love.
This is the testament;
His life useless,
Feeling constantly
Inferior.
Alone in the dark,
Introverted suicide.
Wanting what he can’t have:
He struggles on,
He sees others
Who won’t profit;
As the doors close,
And he is resolved.
All might as well be lost.
He has failed.
His body contorts to life’s rhythm.
Servitude to others;
Uncaring masters of single consciousness.
When the coffin closes
They suddenly care.
Blind to the aches,
By now, the eyes fill salty.
Hating the monotonous life,
He seeks freedom;
While receiving the daily whip,
Success ignored.
Like all others
He is above all selfish,
All selflessness punished,
All attempts to help unpaid.
Forever missing the caress;
The cure for all ills,
Security and servitude.
Love.
This is the testament;
His life useless,
Feeling constantly
Inferior.
Alone in the dark,
Introverted suicide.
Wanting what he can’t have:
He struggles on,
He sees others
Who won’t profit;
As the doors close,
And he is resolved.