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Way down in busy downtown,
Was a man who had his head laid down.
Sleeping soundly on his king-sized bed,
His husband leapt at the chance,
And slipped away without another glance.
On the coffee table in the apartment,
He left a square of worn-out parchment,
With a note scribbled down in runny black ink.
Then he grabbed all the necessities,
And left the front door keys.
When the man woke up, it was half past four,
As he stumbled his way to the door.
He ripped it open and asked for coffee,
And walked to the lounge when he received no reply.
There, he saw and read the note with a sigh.
When you read this, you'll probably be sober,
But by then, we'll already be over.
I don't care if you're Jekyll and Hyde,
It doesn't mean it's an excuse,
For any form of abuse.
Please don't call me to beg and plea,
That it's just alcohol running through your body.
The three years of dread and pain;
My nights filled with screams and cries,
Yours filled with evil in disguise.
I've gone somewhere you'll never find,
A place where I found a peace of mind.
So, with this final note,
Please forget that I exist,
And I'll forget the old you I missed.
He tore the note into tiny shreds,
And wiped his face for lingering tear treads.
He took a deep breath and walked to the cabinet,
Then he took out the vodka and three shot glasses;
Tonight, he was getting drunker than the masses.
A few hours later, at two o' five,
The desperate man was no longer alive.
On the ground were eight empty bottles,
A broken house key,
And a note that said I'm sorry.