A Good Man Walks Alone
Part I
Death comes once
But its better
Than all the deaths we die
Trying to live our lives
With people whom we love like hell
Who make our lives a living hell
But then again
We don’t mind
We don’t care
All is well!
All is swell!!
Life is the worst death breathing upon thy neck!!!
A good man knows he is no good.
He is a bloody fool.
Born to suffer and die
Every day till he dies for good.
He is a good man
He is destined to suffer
He is born to be hurt
Over and over again —
He takes it like a man
And keeps on walking
Till his duty is done
Under his setting sun.
He has a horse:
Her name is Nightmare.
He rides it unbridled
With no dawn at sight
Nor a welcome day to beckon him
Just the night
For his steed
And the death by her gallop.
For a good man walks alone
And it doesn’t matter when he is gone.