Tragedy

Upon the thorns of life i fall and bleed and weep for all mankind. I have heard the duty call, love your neighbour as yourself and leave the past behind. I left my heart in Africa, only memories now within this prison cell. I heard the call of destiny, she took me by the hand and led me into hell. No turning back to late now for my fate is sealed, as i lay on bed of thorns. Dying, lonely, lost, and oh so very weary as i count the cost. How much more can i endure, i have no strength to carry on, and still i search for love. I feel so weak i cannot stand and no one by my side as demons laugh and mock. A broken man it appears, yes, i bleed and weep, for only death can set me free