Live and Let Die

Forgotten I am,
Forgotten I will be.
None give a damn,
about my destiny.

I read and I write,
I write and I read,
If only to incite,
some internal need.

But when I am gone,
few will mourn...
Easy to move on,
this man was torn.

Will my words flourish...
Or be forgotten?
Will they nourish...
The Misbegotten?

It matters not,
for I will be dead.
Let the dead rot,
and LIVE instead.