I am no one!
As it\'s been made
perfectly clear.
I am a stranger, a nuisance,
a demented fool.
I have non legacy,
no home or bloodline.
I am not fit to be considered
for anything, as I\'ve been
told perfectly clear.
I \'ve worn out my welcome
amongst the living,
but I can\'t even try
and dissappear.
I have no rights,
as to hold any,
I would have to be someone.
I can\'t accept a promotion,
as an old, useless fart,
is too useless to achieve,
yet, to extreme, to be accepted.
No family, no home, no country,
no friends, no use to be a useless
présence, nor good enough
to be considered.
No God to acquaint
me, no temptation to arouse me.
Just a piece of useless flesh,
to whom is denied to die.
Why? Why? Was I born.
The answer is lost
in my very existence.
Nothing left to say.