A New Face

He took off his face and put it away, Not a word could tell him otherwise, He killed the sheep in utmost hate and he tied a knot in both his eyes, His sleep had left him bare and naked. Another night for another song, another song for another death and another death for another song. His anger had left him in depression, not a drop to spare him some relief, but the thing he felt wasn't in his head anymore because it broke his knees, he put on his face and walked away. Not a word could change his state of mind. The sheep lay dead in dreamless hate with a knot tied in both his eyes.