Dead Nightmare Poem by rains of bloom

your getting attached to the clumsy people
thyr binding cord
to weep
play upon sypathy of a stranger

dark man,
cold eyes
hiding in the alleyways.
street man,
knife picket swords
calloused hands, directions of these roads.

he gets the call at midnight
lie awake, abet
tell the world of misery
hands of the stringer

sing the tune the birds can't sing
because its truthful, of sarrow lives
honest folk, not decieved by iron
the vampire blood, full moon tonight.

he's got a midnight stetson hat
a stare to ruffle flocks of eagles
have you ever loved a dead man?

life is worth living,
only when theres nothing to die for
ointment of the dead souls
she sits alone, to many sins to never be forgiven.

the angel's have drawing hands
fingers sticky like the pickpocket wrench
thyr beckoning for you to come
supplying you with dead man eyes.

united for love,
united for life
love the dead man,
only once you die.