SymMetrical

Final Hour Sun slips past you wood brace water sink swell bend crash calming lake-side churning river turning ocean sudden regret Tidal Wave Forms In The Distance panic ensues  self-subsistence crack spring snap swell all hands on deck brace hold sails down sinking shipwreck ocean swallows sailors at sea bodies rise up in the debris 

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

From within the darkened alleys under the moon face-lit sky produced an awful creature not seen by naked eye This Thing; it had a figure  that was straight as a needle, that you would see perched upon catholic cathedrals Twas a Gargoyle yes, of garish facade a chiseled stone structure powerful like a god midnight London fog was the creature's disguise the body count rises as victims meet their demise wings stretch on high lifting up like a feather bloodshed didn't differ depending on the weather creature swoops; dark envelops the poor sap that mutters "there's no place like London" blood trickles down the gutters the sewers of society the stone beast perched up high looking down upon the town which victim's end was Nigh?