Bitter Truth

I knew a man, I 'm proud to sayBut he couldn't live in a world he couldn't seeThe laws of life, it 's ways are coldHidden patterns genetic moldNo one seemed to know for sureA knowing look of falling to death 's doorLiving unreal, time is to stealBooking passage on a journey unknownBlackened veins of nihilistic sadnessA painted mask substance induced gladnessWith a spike or from a bottleTiny cartoon pictures on a square of paper blotterHe was a man, was fear's machineSickness don't fail, don't succumb to self-esteemUnseen vessel, undreamed flightNo one knows if you were wrong or if you were rightR.I.P. H.B.