Dark, cold, and alone,
I felt deserted.
Left to die and bleed.
No compassion or sorrow was
Wasted on a subhuman like me.
No tears, no remorse,
No pity lost on my pain and suffering.
They say you only die once.
They are wrong.
I know.

As I lay dying, I saw you.
You shone like a beacon
Drawing me back to life
Like the sun through the storm.
It was not your looks that
Drew me to you,
Though to me you were as beautiful
As the dawn.
It was your soul that cried out to me,
Or so I thought.
I believed you to be a good,
Moral, decent person.
I was wrong.
Now I know.

You walked on past me,
Not noticing me there dying.
I guess I was not worthy of your time.
What is it you want from me?
Do you want my love?
You have it.
Do you desire my body?
It is yours.
Do you wish for my soul?
Granted.
Take all of me.
All that I am, all that I have
Is yours.
But it is not enough for you.
I am sorry.
I have nothing more to offer you.
I have given myself wholly to you.
All I have left is a single tear
Shed for you.
Take it as well.
I won't need it where I'm going.

Written in Spring of 1993