Death is not the End

There is no dignity in life,
Only in death.
In life we are humiliated,
We are accused, we are hurt.

Always, we are hurt.

Knocked down with the manipulations,
The whims, the hatred of others.
Of ourselves.

I am a victim of hatred, of whim,
Of manipulation.
We all are,
And that is why life has no dignity.
Death has dignity; in death
We can be remembered for what we made ourselves
And not what others made us to be.

Death is dignity,
The final dignity of our lives.

In death, our true colour is released,
Whether black or white or deadening grey.
And we will be noticed, and we will be remembered,
Or else we will be blissfully forgotten -
Gone and so forgotten,
Like so many deepening sunrises
Bleeding across a painless sky.

We will be remembered, or else forgotten.
But where ever we lie, there will be dignity
As never seen in life.

For, there is no dignity in living.