SymMetrical

I had awoke at 3:05 The night was old And the dawn was nigh It was a shame I had told a lie It had all come rushing back The knife, and the towels The Black Bowler Hat It was a shame; it was worse than that The thought had come as quick as it left I had to leave town and I couldn't turn back And that was when I saw his hat He picked it from the ground and said as the shadows enveloped his face and his head "its a shame things had to end like this..." "though your wife is mostly the one thing you'll miss..." Then he smirked, then he laughed ...took his hat off his head and the knife came down and I went back to bed... I had died at 3:05 The night was old And the dawn was nigh I was a shame I had told that lie.

Upon the table crawled the, "Main Course" attempting to dodge the knifes and the forks The spoons and platters Continued Colliding Until a stray cleaver began in dividing The head from his shoulders falling down to his feet with no point in waiting they sat down to eat

Red Hazy Road where no-one set foot the road long forgotten the road he had shook It blazed forever a path long since tread and whoever had walked it was already dead The secrets it held tremendous in size were far too great to see with naked-eye Unless you walked it, from beginning to end only then, would you see the rules it could bend Red Hazy Road where no-one set foot the road long forgotten the road he had shook

the stained glass cracks as shadows waltz across the hall the muddy, bloody, murky hall reminded of what drowned it all The carpet frayed and thick wet fog had seeped into EVERYTHING   no one was spared a life the water ran so thick, so rife Those Fools   They Knew to yell and to boast of it all The new and clean Utopia The fog gave hyperopia and now it seems that the land up there, forgotten It was able to save us all When shadows waltzed across the hall   

a poor sailor kneels down by the sunset river Dreams floating away