Words from a Dead Man . .. ... .. . There once lived a poet who had a broken soul, well, don't all poets? He lived a lonesome life, had no friends, stayed inside believing the world was too dangerous for a soul like his. He believed the world outside wasn't meant for him, he believed his life was a sick joke from the gods above. He isn't amused. As any person may know, a poet writes...poems. After his untimely death these poems were recovered from his secret journals hidden in dust covered chests and trunks containing only the deepest of secrets