Dead Men Poem by Unic Cjonr

Inside the blizzard of hate, i found the blister, sometimes she does the do for a listen - The sound of revenge, a multitude of twisters, three of some with the wicket sisters - My head bleeds, the blood pours from my wrists - My brain pleads, my mind refuse, death is my only risk - The knife shivers, my feelings are lost, total the recall, there Arno Cost - My heart frost with silver, my soul accepts black as dew display soft - I enter the darkness, the tunnel of lies, i only see flies - I am engulfed by screams, it is finally my turn to cry, i will try - Tears that flow, the river presents the time, too late - My world axed by the inverted nine, when you are dead, you pay your debt, to Fate - Dead men tell no tales - Dead men pay no rent - Dead men have no friends