The memories you own (euthansia via te gas chambers of this world)

Being unwanted
is something one feels
its a shocking emotion
that truly reveals
a hatred inside
a sickly event
every hour you are alive
you are rarely content

always on edge
in a great sea of pain
a stray as it were
with little to gain
a waster, a nothing
nobody cares
you feel so unloved
when nobody shares

much on the vast streets
where you are now lost
and so to the shelter
you might find yourself tossed
like a sack of potatoes
thats where you stay
hopeful some soul
will come by today

great doleful eyes peer out
through the cage
people come by
but you are trying to gauge
the reason
and then its the short walk to hell
you’ve heard the gates clang
yes you know that sound well

well the gas chamber beckons
you are alone
with the leash around your neck
and the memories you own