Nameless Work

Saw his wife's dead body on the floor,
Bleeding injuries,
A cut in her throat.

To regret it was late, he was angry for his faith,
How could God turn his head,
When he needed his help?

He ran away as any man would have done,
He left the body in the floor,
Left no witness of his crime,
Maybe he could start a normal life.

He left, with that thought in his mind,
To start again it was time,
To leave all past behind.
So he disappeared at night.

Some people say that in the river his body was found,
Others, than for his crime he was hanged.
But the truth of this man
Was that he didn't even moved from the scene,
His escape was a lie:

He laid in the ground, next to his wife,
He ran in his mind.
But in fact, he stayed,
As a free man, he imagine himself,
Until the day of his death.

He died from hunger in his jail:
He refused to eat,
He wanted to die.
So God, heard his pray,
And took his life.

Now he rest in hell
For an eternal life.


Made by myself, Martín Rivas Acosta.