Yet another bystander watches me pass by their...
They tutt at the shattered glass in mine...

A sullen saviour sees only duty,
He acts as no Hero to anyone...

To be able to talk to a listening ear,
about my loneliness...

Tell me what I know...

Oh sweet Angel,
What have you done...

I hold my hand steady,
No-one would know of the nervousness within it...

Moths that fly inside my heart,
My used heart, so numb and cold...

Never question what was said.
The expected choice of path to tread...

The smell of a rose cannot be as blossomed,
as the essence of a beggar man's word...

A soul or two in my behest,
I try to conjure up the rest...

I swore revenge on an old poor man today,
But not everyone agreed it should end this way...

Mr Hangman
Today is not your day...