A single man once had said that all is best to be left to the end
His words so spoken yet so droll; coined to a broken man
his history untold
It was in a derelict of sporadic pain
that the man suffered with a great weakness: sporadic disdain
He shunned those he loved with unfeathered remorse
and leaving only scars of his past to rebound the corrected course
It was a dark and dreary night
that he decided to walk for a two second delight
his walks provide him with an old sense of comfort
but nevertheless he still had the sense of discomfort
he cradled a picture of his former family love
of two or three people that he once had shoved
into a gloomy distance of broken deceit
the man unfortunately decided he could never retrieve to his feet
crying into the night as dark as he was depressed
a subtle stroll was what it took to take it off his chest
Cheated from a life he once enjoyed
his former lover slept with another and with this...
he simply could not control
still he looks to that long lifeless still image
of the broken dreams that long ago had diminished
of the love that caressed ever so deep
the man simply couldn't make the pain discrete
so quietly he wept as he drank to his knees.
remembering the night he expressed to his former wife
of the tale of time that brought him devilish delight
of the woman who once slept next to him his life to what he adored
could never return to him and this let him in despair
of that cold midnight walk in his agony anguished tears..
Its a subtle stroll to remind him of the past
that all he endured was simply on blast
and in the sheer night he pulled out his old gun
put it to his head and ended his frivolous run
and in the moment his midnight stroll
told his story of the last subtle stroll