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Deathbed; lying in wake...



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.





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