what is love to a man condemned
it is nothing worth striving for

i will never be free enough to enjoy
that long ago remembered warmth

the feel of a hand in mine
the ecstasy of lips brushing together

or the tightly held embrace of another
heat being generated by writhing bodies

for i am condemned to a life of pain
one endless misery after another

i live without the sun in my life
for everything is clouded over in gray

i exist in a drab colored world
a place of always eternal dusk

but what i wouldn’t give to touch your face
to let my fingers run through your hair

to enjoy a moment of intimacy one last time
then maybe i would know that i have lived

i await my impending death alone
the very same way that I entered this world