No One Knew His Name The dead man lay silent, no one knew his name but still he lay moaning life oozing away, falling into nothingness he was much farther out than they thought life so easy to loose, so easy to be lost~ Poor man, always was lurking always trying to have fun but fun found a way, to take his life for another day...
But it was cold so cold, and still he lay moaning and she stood crying, silently fading into the background into the darkness she must go, she didnt want to know~
Shadow man steals the night nothing is safe from the disillusion and fright fallen from grace, takes heart in hand finally beats to a different band~
Time takes you to a different place wide spectrum's once known for limitations of grace if dusk would have it, then bleed some more final days of New Man of Shadow forevermore~
Darkness takes what is left, tempting rays of broken sun dawn would flirt of nocturnal things that bleed and burn grievance with darkness blinds the light solely spoken from each night~
Does the New Man emerge? yet then, he has been wept over before....