Cold Hands

If only the lonely had a hand to hold

When shadows crawl through cold

Whisper to me as this dying tree falls

Love me and lift my body to the sea wall

Helping the lost souls of transient zones

Cursing sky with a minding baritone

Take me to peace of resting mind

Outpatients of impatience ever so unkind

Manifest theatrics of dancing mannequins

Refuse treats or sweets of Halloween yet again

Night screaming of no calming love

Final act of madness played the rubber duck in the tub

The never ending story of the snail

Puts us in the coffin without hammer or nail

An encore long after curtain call

An empty graveyard be the cheer for us all