I’ve past it before, many times
I’ve had my head turned
With my chips and vinegar
Watch the matinee noose swinger
If Tyburn is my last stop
We never crossed paths before
It’s maybe a different style
I wouldn’t crack a smile
Can’t imagine how it feels
To balance on my heels
The blood rushing to my head
Moments hanging by a thread
I can hear voices in the dark
And impatient dogs bark
No angels in disguise
Where time never flies
Wish the ground would open up
Swallow me whole
Become part of a legacy
Another page in history
As the moment arrives
A wind blows through the crowd
The rope scratches my throat
Watching another scape goat!
The body falls to the ground
Clouds make no sound
Faces melt away
As the Gallows make way
Paths become roads
Trees become lights
Wood turns to rubber
Death is just a dream
As the traffic moves up ahead
I wonder about the dead
Those who stopped here like me
But I move on scot free
In a time when life was cheap
Where you sow’d what you reaped
Enjoy your party of nightmare themes
Be thankful its only make believe
– Happy Halloween
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