The Homicidal Knife
In a house
On a street
All alone
Was a man
Was a man,
But his wife
She was killed,
Buried deep
Was the plan
Was the plan.
And our man
All alone
In his house
He would cry
He would cry,
And his wife
(As a ghost)
He would see
In his mind
In his mind.
But our man
Was ashamed
Of his crime
With the knife
With the knife,
With the knife
To his throat
His last thought
Was his wife
Was his wife.
As a tear
(From his soul)
Down his cheek
It did roll
It did roll,
He did laugh
Hauntingly
As his blood
Paid the toll
Paid the toll.
(2013)
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