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Only the Devil betrays true friends,

the rest of us just pretend.

But I betrayed you.

I have just phoned your family.



I go grab my tall black hat,

the one that wishes souls

good luck.

The one with a tail hanging down the back

like an honest and true straight line.



This big wooden box with shiny

lining makes you look young

and me feel old.

But I will do my best to say

a fond farewell.

For fond farewells are what make a wake.



The front room is very dusty,

but I am the only one

coughing over your coffin.

The smell of stale air will grow

with each passing hour,

and I realise the dead have

a smell all of their own,

it smells like, history.



The house is mine now.

Only I remain.

Yet to be claimed.

But i"m not as old as you, were.

I can sense your spirit

as my tall black hat with

crow feathers sticking out the top

sits awkwardly upon my head.



I stare at your grey eyes,

I swear they blink.

My trance like state begins,

cold acceptance overcomes

any seed of doubt.



Let the second life begin.



Your Family are on their way.



Annoyed.