Black Birds I Recognise

I made coffee in the morning
Sat out lunch then laid down in mourning
Children beside the porch
Make peaceful screams as they burn and scorch
I keep the doors locked and open
Whenever they ask, I pretend nothings about to happen
Packets of red scattered all over the floor
Each passing year, the yellow people yearn for more
Once a week without much time to share
I meet my age with tons of tobacco to spare
We call the calling but it's no use
Images a pastime trying to confuse
Shivers past the bright moon
Walking back a persistant thought about each rune
Back again wishing the darkness will empty
But awake with a grin forever grumpy
Stills of undead and sounds of gunfire
I cower in clothes of metal, awaiting me outside a terrible liar
I tried a save, but came out cold
Now I sit on feathers typing out what could unfold
A book with my name on books
Tearing out love with pirates hooks
It's a failure when the sun strikes the sky
For from then onwards time will quickly fly
Less than 2 but more than 1
Somewhere someone dies by a gun
Welcome to the morning without sleep
We'll say goodbye when the devils maker we soon will meet