If I cry enough,
Maybe it will make me a good man?
Someone who cares
And doesn't stare deep in a pit,
Seeking for answers.
And when its bottom begins,
I will pity your glance
Like a daylight gone too low,
Accidentally
Too low to comprehend what's real.
With this pain,
No man like me shall seek compassion,
The scariest of woe;
But in my last slumber,
I will write a prose about you.