The Sadman

Yess, its me, again having an envision,
lookin upon the sky, thinking of that division,

this reminds me of the curse,
that always keeps me close to the worse,

Its just like having a ride,
on the largest tide,

That was my ultimate try, against the grounded lie,
a small sadness against the mighty bleakness,

a hint of mist against a sculptured kist,
and a single man against the nature's plan,

This is a never ending spree,
of no one hearing my plea,

The God of death,
stands upon that crest,

staring at me,
giggling at me,

All I can do is return home,
ask myself for what I have become,

But I cant find any clue,
because my mind is sticky like a glue,

All that happened can not be recovered,
all that lies that are now uncovered,

It keeps me reminding of my fate,
near my grave as they accumulate,

The nerves now they staunch my blood,
my soul hides in the ultimate hood...