The End Poem by Edward Campbell

There is no wisdom inside your loin
There is no depth to come from your groin
There is no value brought forth from lust
There is no idea which one may trust

There is no tomorrow
There is no today
There is no lunacy
There is no way

There is no drama
There is no freedom
There is no admission
There is no receiving

There is no listening
There is no faith
There is no response
There is no gait

There is no wonderment
There is no beauty
There is no job
There is no duty

There is no passion
There is no response
There is no breath
There is no pulse

When it ends, it ends for you.
There is nothing you can do.
For when the light, the light goes out
You are alone, alone no doubt.

You won't know this silence
You won't have a dream
You can't know this loneliness
You won't be seen

You won't wake up
oh never
oh never
You've reached your end...
This is your forever.