"Red Dreads"
"Red Dreads"
the darkness creeps in
shadows hide
eyes of spirits burn with fire
pure and alive
sulfuric breath
sounds of silence in the streets
lurking death
lingering thoughts of desire
what you need i can get
the smell of iron and steel
you will regret
I have been here ever since
the beginning of time
Red Dreads
immortal and real
hard to find
not a man or spirit can stop me
hated by all
befriended by one
master of poetry
vampire on the run
atlanta sewers is were I hide
look for me and you will find
any man any gun any substance
for the right price
the taste of blood is what i seek
then back to the shadows is where I creep
JO$HUA
