I am the nothing man I stand alone
Looking through cadaver set eyes
Feeling nothing with a empty heart
An empty heart that's made of stone
Hearing nothing words through unused ears
Voices forgotten through a famine of years
Crying nothing tears through desert eyes
The nothing man lives through his demise
On the street the nothing man is not seen
He is invisible to the eye
As people look through him as they pass him by
His life is nothing and nothing is his life
As the years pass by him
Like a dish of butter to a red hot knife
No feelings of love or pity can get in
Like an impregnable rock are his
Armour plated mind and his chain male skin
The nothing man was an unwanted child
He stands alone like an untended garden
Left to over grow left to go wild
Nothing man what is your fate?
With ice blue cold eyes he stops stares and hisses
"Nothing it's too late."
I would just like to say after a few feedback comments on this......This is not about me, he was just born out of my head.....You see I am not a nothing man I am Derrick!!!......:O)