his smiling self,
walked through the hotel door,
and greeted his new, innocent
lover who is clueless about his
greedy intentions.

she smiles at him,
as she looks behind his back,
to find another expensive gold
necklace that will soon be around
her bruised neck.

she is still unaware
of his real character,
and who is the man behind
that facade of sophistication.

*but, just like the others, he is just another greedy man with a pile of money, looking for some fun.

take this pillow,
that lays on this new, clean sheet,
and put it over her sleeping face,
just push, push, push.
push until she gasps for air
and is out of breath.

you are just another person in the crowd,
you are nothing special,
the whole world does not know about you.

you are irrelevant to the others,
you are meaningless and pointless.

but the purpose of life is
to be significant,
to be known.

you don't want to be just another shining
star in the night sky,
you want to be a shooting star,
a star that you rarely see but it's beautiful
and memorable.