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.