Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasnt there
He wasnt there again today
Oh, how I wish hed go away
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldnt see him there at all!
This morning it occurred to me
The man who has been haunting me
He is not real, a shadow just
a motion blur, a cloud of dust
But how then did he kill my wife
lacking hands to clasp my knife
The knife that slit my poor wife's throat
And let her bleed dry like a goat
Perhaps it's true, the man is me
A hateful part that's broken free
Full of anger, soaked in spite
Tearing down what's good and right
As my mind raced to find the clue
The man popped up inside my view
I turned around ere he could flee
An empty room stared back at me
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