Analysis of wanted

I am a Dead Man walking

a creeper stalking

I am the the shilloute in the full moon

with a cape you can call me a goon.

I try to act but it gets so dark when

I feel so alone

I feel like walking bones hearless

I do not know who you are

but I beg for your affection.

For I'm a dead man I'm wanting

with a red dot on my head

and a grenade where I stand.