Things are not What They Seem

 

I walk through a dark alley,

In this Texas Valley.

Its dark stormy night,

I walk still and fight for my right

To let go of my memories.

I now stare forward and I see it ; the evil liar.

I drop my things and stare in fright

All I see is the outline

As the lair came closer

I moved back farther

Its telling me things I didn’t want to hear.

As it stood near

I saw who it really was

The sight made me kick its ass

A very good friend put to an end

This is now dead

My feelings can no longer mend

My heart is a rock

My only feeling is dread.

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