The Man With No Face

The man with no face is such a disgrace
He wears a black veil made out of lace

He weeps in the corner by himself
Like a discarded toy left on a shelf

He prays for death all day and all night
He doesn't want people to see his hideous sight

He wishes for such a normal life
The pain he feels is like a rusty knife

His torture has gone too far now
He has to kill himself he just doesn't know how

Now he draws his last terminal breath
He takes the plunge to an untimely death