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 an unloved child  
into the world