They wake like dead creatures

I am mildly impressed though impressed

My head can do good yoga it seems

In the gray land between tbe extremes

And dead people can make the loudest

SCREAMS

Which is weird

And explains many things

I feared

So I did a casual remake

Sewed on some new buttons

And became a form of batman

With a horizon of weaker villians

For the electric children's were destrucive

And that is not the way love is

So I pray sometimes

If something new will come around

And the quick sand will fade away

So I can stand?