Dream work

In this down time I stare blankly 
My mind vacations in a ghost town, 
A railcar ride through emptiness 
One more soul to be put down. 
 
Up ahead the shadows stir 
"Follow the leader" they beckon in dance, 
"Climb aboard the bus to nowhere" 
The downpour never gives us a chance. 
 
Rhythmic charms on the hell descent 
Shadows and shepherds have come to call, 
Drums all beating, the dead on time 
The stillness below prolongs the fall. 
 
The tears of tortured hearts still droning 
As some souls are yet killed in death, 
The 'kill angels' circle about 
To ensure you hear but your last breath.