You are alone

And no one needs you

No friends, no enemies

Irrelevant life

You waste your time

With dispensable things

There is no difference

If you exist or not


One day you'll die

And no one will miss you

Only your pet

Starved to death

But only now

Three years later

Your money savings

Are eaten up


Your renter wants

To encash the hire

Opens your door

Smells the malodor

Your flesh is rotten

Your skin is decayed

Flies at the window

Are your only

Bequest


With the paper

On your knees

You're sitting there

In your favourite chair

Only the paper

On your knees

Was a witness

Of your decease