Walking,soaked in sweat and dirt,
Carrying my bag along the way,
How better could it get,my day?
Broke-down on a goddamn highway!
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Walking aimlessly, nowhere left to go,
Alone I go,down the road,
Maybe, with a hint of hope.
Pouring,came down the rain,
Breaking the silence of the empty night,
"I have lost that man I once loved",maybe,she was right.
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A gleaming,shinning light,
Shimmering in the distance,
In the darkness of the night.
I could feel a sign of life,
Saved,I struggle to run and reach the light.
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Exhausted I reach,
Trying so hard to breathe,
"Any one at the reception seat?",
Didn't find anyone,
Looking around,fixing my eyes on the old little television set,
Playing 'Night of the Living Dead'.
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In comes a man,frisking with age,
Claims the empty seat and sets his gaze,
Not on me,but at the hanging clock,
Reads on it seven past twelve,
Grins,he turns and hands me the key,
To Room 303.
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The Edelman Motel it read, the neon signs above a wreck,
Of smashed and run over cars.
The eerie scent,of something rotting ,
Lingered all throughout the motel compound,
Up the metal staircase I found,
My night's hideout.
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The walls were damp,the lights were dim,
All I could hear was the sound of the rain,
Pattering on the window pane.
Grim grew the atmosphere,
Something wrong was definitely present in the air,
Of this unbelievably vacant place,I fear.
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"Come whatever may!",
That's what I told myself to convince,
My mind that was racing through as fast as the blood through my veins,
"Goodnight",I said, at one o'seven.
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Gasping I woke up,to the blaring sirens,
Drenched in panic,
Dripping sweat,
It seemed like nothing changed.
Blue and red,lights flashing,
Peeking into my dark room,
"What's happening out there?",
Reaching for the door, to look out.
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The cops in blaze,nail me to the ground,
Calling out"Here! We got him now!".
Taking me out,into the open,I look back and see the ruins.
"When did this happen?Where are you taking me?",
"Back to where you belong maniac!"
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In the police van,they cuffed me to the blockers,
One of them said,"How can you be so sick?to kill your own wife and daughter?".
Grinning I said,"She said she couldn't find me...she said I was lost!...
So I showed her what those words cost!!".
But somewhere I was there...
Sane and guilty,
Why did it have to end this way?...
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The policemen reported...
That they caught the patient
Who murdered his doctor and escaped in his car in a state of heightened defense of his guilt.....
But what about the motel?
What about the old man?
It was burned down 50years ago by a mad man...
At the same time....
Seven past twelve...
At the same room 303...
Never was Mr.Edelman going to let another mad man slip away....
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