The Man

Jun 21, 2004 13:33

The Man
By Alex Parker

I think about this every day...

the cold barrel against my head,
my hand sweats in shame.
one quick move and i'll be gone,
but so will all my pain.
is it possible to feel nothing,
or do you not even know you're there.
the polished steel would be rotting,
reflecting my endless stare.

there is a man who you don't know...

my feet are sore from running,
and the road ends right here.
this is my only way,
to face all of my fears.
the smell of burning skin,
in hell is where i am.
and hell is where i've been,
i've spilt blood of an innocent man.

there is a man that you don't know...

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That man is me.
the one you stare at in the street.
That man was free.
the one who hypocricy does beat.
That man did care.
before his sins were all shown.
That man would spare,
every life but his own.
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This poem is about a man who had so much pain in his life that he decided to just end it. He is a man who used to have a normal and nice life, but then he just deteriorated into nothing and decides to kill himself.

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