Do the dead weep?

Do the dead weep?

Lit so bright by the moonlight red
Lies in front of me a path ahead
Has it been formed without anything shed?

The toll, just a drop of blood
Given to the petite seeds in the mud
Waiting for the uprising of the bud

Dragging with me my arrows scarlet
I'm nothing but a midnight puppet
Waiting for this deary dream to end

As I walk along this crazy crimson
I wonder what's the legacy written
Long after the sun has arisen

It doesn't matter, coz I'm dead,
If you shoot me, It'll go right through my head.
If you hug me, I'll flow through your bound
If you touch me, you'll freeze around.

Red, green and blue,
Stuck together like glue
Dance together anew.

Moving in spirals,
Mandala fractals,
Brighten the end of the tunnels.