The collector

by any(guess) - Not entered

HE walks with his long coat dragging on the ground
Spending his life, all around town
Darken by the monnlight, Sending up a speech
The collecter, the doctor, the nurse its on reach!
Don't call him death..
He knows the dangers of meth
You know that he was there
When your family was buried with care! 
Don't ask
Don't ask
He there to collect his dues
Don't ask
Don't ask
Cause he might be after you!
Stirring up his mind.
Looking for something to find
Never fully done
Till the death of the sun.
Pitch dark dressed in black
Carrying his collections in a sack.
if you are hiding forever
Hes gonna getcha!
GETCHA GETCHa
Hes gonna GEtcha!
NEver turn your back
With the man dressed in black,,,,,,,
Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-06-20 22:54:12
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:51
Poem ID: 45110

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