Part One

Too many questions
Answers I need to know
Too many problems
None of them will go.
Too much hardship
Almost impossible to bear
Too much pain
A guiltless mask to wear.

Books hold no clues
Songs hide the right
Poetry - just sad dues
To keep awake at night.

Alcohol drowns me
Nicotine stains me
Popping pills scares me
Seeing things pains me.

What is the answer
The solver of all?
What is the reason
For all this gall?
What must one do
To recover from this?
What is the cure
To hit, to not miss?

I am the Sorrow Man
See my head hang
Hear my voice pass
The cries that I sang.

No love at all
No hope for all
No time at all
Must end it all.

Part Two

Awaken in a cold place
Sounds caress my ears
Like cymbals in a monastery
Enhancing all my fears.

The chalice before me
Liquid fills all
The silver gleam in candlelight
Wet my throat; the call.

Capture all feelings
In a fine net
Head reeling, eyes upward
It comes to me yet.

Down the funnel they flow
Into the chasm dark
Too late to scream out
Behold the last spark.

Disappear into a new place
Land in a void
Voices all about me
My feelings paranoid.

Part Three

Dream state
Heart break
Brain surge
Can't wait.
Cold love
Hot hate
No time
For fate.
Note play
Each way
Light sound
Full round.
Dark horse
Step slip
Embrace
Shirt rip.
Free way
For me
Fore play
Can't see.
Big thrust
Full bust
Thick lips
Bod slips.
In out
Don't shout
Death dance
Life trance.
Grand end
Round bend
Pain dies
Cold eyes.

Part Four

The cynic laughs
As the world kills itself
The prophet cries
As the people die heedless.

Part Five

Frantic.
Kettle drums for the native dance
Sacrifice.
Screams, awakening from his trance.
Wrong?
What has he done
Mistake?
Where did he make one
Dagger.
Skin pierces, blood spurts.
Death.
Smiling; scythe; finger crooked.

Part Six

Countless thoughts emerge
In those moments
A thousand images
Revealed, at a time
His pace picks up
Running fast away
He realized his mistake
Time for amends to make.

Part Seven

Awake from a bad dream
I rushed to the telephone
To call your number
In hope you were at home
A startling revelation
The line was dead
Thinking quickly, but not enough
As the vase hit my head.

Part Eight

I'll have to tell my sister
I can't see her anymore
I won't be able to answer
When she knocks upon my door.

Little sister, not of my flesh
I love you evermore
But the others are all waiting
For me, in the inner core.

Worry not, little sister
I'll always protect you
When the chips are down
In whatever you do.

A sad song is playing now
Don't try to understand
It's a song of goodbye
For one last hold of hand.

I've made my mistake
Don't tell my little sister
I only wish we had more time
I'm sorry that I missed her.

Oh little sister
I leave no trace of me
Forget me if you can; I hope not
Be the best that you can be.

Part Nine

The guitar sings a sad song.
This music is never wrong.

Part Ten: The Grand Finale

We have you now
There's no escape for you
Don't try to defend yourself
There's nothing you can do.

You conceited little man
You thought you owned the world
Thought everyone kissed your ring
Despite the shit you hurled.

This you do deserve
Eternal hell for you
Eternal suicide and all its pain
The sentence passed for you.

You,
The Sorrow Man,
Scornfully we say.