Murmurs from the grave
What will they say of me after i die..
Will i be remembered
thought of fondly
or simple be forgotten
Will anyone shed a tear at my passing
or rejoice that i am now gone
What will be seen as my mark upon this earth
I haven’t done much for anyone
except myself
i live alone in my dark world
i used to live to drink and smoke
lie and steal
now i replace my real longings with work
grinding away at my laptop
all night
most of the day time hours too
Most of my bills are paid
and i am never hungry
for food
i try to live an upright honest life
but i still gain personal pleasure
lusting after women
high powered fancy ideas of wealth and fame
i am a fucking cheap-skate
but somehow find ways to waste money
What will they say of me after i die..
Will anything that i have done in my chaotic life
have positive impact on another
will any of the women i have known and loved
remember me and long for my embrace
or will only my ugliness be recounted and cursed
What will they say of me after i die..
will my dead body rot away into dust and obscurity
in some anonymous grave
or will at least one person miss me
and remember at least one of my few good deeds
or will my lonely existence be extended into death
alone
unloved
unwanted
forgotten
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