man have you ever seen a man cry
his pride put a side
and let his tears ride the side
of his cheeks as he leaks his passion
grasping for his soul
but no friction, so he's lacking
the energy the strength
no reason for the attacking
he lost the will of the warrior
so now he's out of breath, gasping
for new life, or at least rejuvination
cause his body has lost its natural percipitation
he can't make his soul burst
he can't make his body thirst
no reason to be first
cause he can't last through the hurt
he can't run or crawl
he caught in the middle while he walks
he can't talk, speak against
any accusations that false
so he slums with a broken face
disgrace, never looking back
leaving his once peaceful place
his pace, slow and stammered like a lisp
his hips have to proud motion
and his grip is loose, tied knots
are untied, he has lied in his on fluid
feeling so beat down and useless
he is muted, like a robot, he is computed
programed now for no thoughts
no emotions at all
silent nights are like quiet days
and quiet days he lies wide awake
no goals to reach or make
no ideas to create
no attentions made to make
him self whipe the tears away
he has been depressed for days
but it feels like years
as he sits quietly in his corner
crying his last tear

*JUST TAKE THE GUN....SHOOT ME*