Men cry too But quietly Their sorrows are loneliness Like acid burning into the silence Of their disguised troubles
They sob too But you can't see Because their tears Mix with their pride In face of atrocities Soaked in salty tragedies
They cry asleep When the nightmares come Suffocating their throats awake In a pond of sweat
When their tears dig Like shovels Ditches in their faces To burry their feelings Under the look of death In the hope that pity Doesn't fire a last shot In their motionless corpse of emotions Decomposing since years
Men look sad too But only when their sun goes down After a tiresome day of pain To leave them with a dim expression Falling into the lost thoughts of the night