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
