In his Graveyard
 

races with no finish,
through my mind,
bullet holes with no led,
in my mind,

i will find you all,
when i do, i will come back no more,
i shall leave you all,
along with all my wishes and all my horror,

i am the watchmen scattered in the mist,
i am the clown layed to rest,
see me through the walls,
holding no time i insist.

i will catch you all,
with no time behind my back,
i shall rape you all,
morals and values you will lack,

welcome to the graveyard i keep,
you will find,
no flowers, no tombstones, no writing,
you will only find,
dreams of freedom,
dreams that prove states of mind,

taste my wine,
refreshing and satisfying,
enjoy it,
even though you are all slowly dieing,

i will follow you all,
from white to the darkest black,
i shall stalk you all,
stepping on every last defining crack,

keep on whoreing,
keep on whoreing,
keep on whoreing these days of tommorrow,
do not worry,
you do not feel any sorrow,
do not worry,
you shall live our last day,
with all our sorrow,

i will kill you all,
with no knives, no guns, no hands,
i shall bury you all,
with the dreams and passions in my land,

in the end,
we shall all meet in the graveyard,
in his graveyard,
in our graveyard,
in my graveyard,
we were born into it,
we are buried into it,
we live every day,
walking through it,

I would be only too happy to move this to the graveyard.

Your reply just made this thread poetic.