His figure daunting
A man you need not meet
Tragically, most of us do

He goes by many names
Sorrow and depression are just a couple
And when you see him
You'll wish you hadn't

He isn't shy about introductions
But once he starts talking
Pray he doesn't stay long

A face shrouded by gray
Eyes black
His stories are twisted
They all lack a hero
They all lack hope

And now I'm wishing
Wishing I closed the **** door
But he's sitting at my table
That sick, crooked, grin
Make him stop

He loves chaos and is quick to torment
I'm stuck here
Manically anticipating
The day he'll walk away

Back down his broken road
Back to his circle of hell
The man of the broken road