I would not believe this if i was told
That i would arrive here so soon.
I felt like our fathers we would grow old
After Misery’s afternoon,
Live in luxury,a respite in spite-
A lasting slumber of envy.
Here I have become my own enemy-
A belch of annual pity.
No crowd to chatter, wait and hate on me.
Caged in this soil of skulls and earth,
In a tux and tie that no longer fit.
What do we all gather gains for?
For ankles will walk far from buried dreams
While we’re all dying to be here,
A place waiting for the living to die.