Someone's At The Door

There's someone at the door. No pain. No death. It's us, over and over again. We're coming in. Do you have straightjackets for our new guest? Yes, we do. So this is where my choices have gotten me, led me. Back to madness. Someone's at the door... you think I don't know that! Ah...who comes now? Sorry, I didn't mean you. Yet, we still need you. So what? Who cares? I do. ...And who is this? You know, you know more than you think you do. Much more than you let on. You've been good to me, you really have ...been swell to me. Tell them you came, and saw and looked into my eyes. Saw the shadow of thoughts in time and out of season. Good-bye, friend.

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