The Man with No Name
The Man with No Name
Their was a man, he hangs from the ceiling he died.
It wasn’t murder, it wasn’t drugs, it was suicide.
He couldn’t face the pain any more.
His life was miserable, a frown he wore.
Seeing the worlds hate, sitting in solitude, in his own depression.
The life he leads is awfully shocking.
Hearing things, voices of talking.
Suffering through the inside out.
When the pain gets to heavy he screams and shout
Secluded life, energy he drains.
That’s the story about the man with no name.
If he could find one way out of this torturous life,
he could be well, he keeps his mind closed,
As he slowly walks through hell.
Stumbling upon his thoughts,
Trapped inside his own mind he rots.
As the disease eats him up inside.
The bug slowly wins, as he convenes by the hillside.
People look at him to make him feel ashamed.
That’s the story of the man with no name.
Sid- 01/04/1993
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