Pessimist: We live but to die,
To rot in body & soul...

You look at me and see a face
But do you see a soul...

Always yearning,
Reaching...

I cursed You,
You swore to forget it...

You glance at me
& I stare at you...

Mallet drawn back,
Nail in hand...

The truth unknown.
Now mute, but still grown...

Contemplating life & death.
Concentrating every breath...