To be a man,
So sad and small,
With a soul the size of a hole,
I drift in a misery of pain,
Now blood struck in stain,
I was once an angel,
Now I grew horns,
I shall burn you away,
As hell awaits at my door,

As hitler slaughterd a million,
I choose to save peace with a million,
I gave all my flowers,
Only to see them destryoed and devowered,

Now as I put out this fire,
Only for you to admire,
I grow cold and weiry,
Now freezing like a hellish flurry,
I grow wings and fly away,
Only to see more astray,

Now I feed all my loved ones,
And find a flood whom destroys just 1,
Like a cloud of black rain,
I am quickly thrown in vain,

For I do love you all,
Yet you only gave me a fraction so so small,
As I kiss all the wounds,
To say so cruel,
I licked the fear away,
And now this is how you repay?

As dawn colapases,
So does my soul,
As the boom shouts to a dozen,
Its heard for miles quite less then a dozen,
Now no more tears will run dry,
As not even my mother can sigh,
My leaf won't come back,
Only pack of destiny in an angels hand,

Not just a man,
Or any ordinary frying pan,
Rather a superhero in himself,
I am Mr, Sadman,
The one whom doomed himself,

you're very mature for your age..........moonkin.....pat

((((((((Moonkin))))))))) That's a very sad poem.