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The Mystery Man

As you walk through the dessert, with your feet in the hot sand
Dehydrated, and weak… you stumble and fall
With your legs in pain, you beg that it may rain
In this place you shall stand, deep in the pits you learn of a man

This man is faceless
This man is pointless
To live out his life and die
Is the only way to truly fly
For him, there is no misery
There is no pain that you can see

While in the best of moods
He was attacked by the fears of all
In the dark it overwhelms
He cannot help but to succumb
Standing here alone he stares
Waiting for his death to come
But instead he is forced to live
An endless amount of years
For all of eternity he sits in this misery
He is lost in his thoughts

Nothing for him here, still nothing for him there
The space in front of him is black
His back is facing white
And in between is where he lays
He does not know of love, or what can evolve
There is nothing, absolutely nothing
He must endure what we all fear
You see him standing there
In front of a white light
Why is it that he cries?
Why does he scream with his agony?
His tears fall down, like the rain it never stops
What is it that keeps him here?
Why doesn’t he at least live the life in front of him?
The answers lie far within the man
The storyteller who has no face
Making life a better place, for the ones he loves
So, in despair he packs a suitcase
And hits the road, to find the answers
That are held within

And so he travels
Far from where he was born
Sharing his stories, and spreading his wisdom
He has almost forgot about his curse
For thousands of years, he leaves only a footprint behind
You now see him standing in the mists
The fog covers his faceless mask
He walks towards you, and stands before your eyes
With a squint you look up at his face
It is pale, his eyes still dripping tears
So, with the journey he has traveled
You decide, finally to ask
What is it, that brings you this misery?
He looks down inside the eyes of this child and says
That he will still be here until the end of days
There is no shelter that death can bring
©2004-2009 ~ThE-Untitled-Man
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Author's Comments

uh... i skipped first period today turned on some red hot chilly peppers and wrote this...

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:iconfrankienexus:
this is like a dream. a dream picture of a soul, its internal and wonderful

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I love your comments and your textures
:iconlolana:
this is fuckin beautiful man...this man u describe reminds me of someone i know...i like alot XD
:iconthe-invasion-concept:
Wow... truly amazing!!! :+fav: dunno why, but i know how the man feels. ur good kid, u got something going! keep it up!

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:iconthe-untitled-man:
thx for the comment and thx for the favorite i like to know that some people like it
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im glad you like it... i was very bored when i wrote it
:iconthe-invasion-concept:
i :+fav:ed it coz at this specific point in time, i kinda know how it feels... i mean how the man in ur poem feels.

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thanx for adding me 2 ur friends list. :D

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