Unloved child

There's a point in time  
when ticking dies  
and all that's left  
is the slow exhaled breath  
pregnant with with unspoken thoughts  
unwillingly giving birth  
to words no one could love  
raping the mind  
with jealousy and anger  
a bastard child born in darkness  
a cold, hard demon  
from logic's womb  
bald of empathy and understanding    
crying naked  
in a world without love  
how could we care  
for this offspring of selfish desires  
better to place a condom on our tongues  
than bring this unloved child  
into the world