This is a poem I just wrote and I was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe. |
The pale faced man with no name Guide me further into my dream of nightmarish horror With your lantern in your hand, illuminate the shadows before me so that I might see what is before me Reveal to me, what is hidden, long forgotten and clothed in the dust of sleep Help me to find what is missing, what I need to feel inspired in my waking hours My dreamlike visions haunt my waking hours upon waking they are all but forgotten, until I am beckoned into slumber again To sleep like the dead, to rest for eternity upon the weakness of my last breath I have slain my demons, every night for as long as I care to remember Every night I am in a hellish world, doomed to repeat my mistakes unable to save my beloved, my soul mate The pale faced man is a friend but an enemy also he hides behind his back, glistening blades they cry to slit the throat of an innocent to let the blood drain from the wound and satiate his hunger he is a madman, a devious wretched soul of depravity he will steal your soul in your dreams with bloodied hands, and blood splattered over his pale white face, he will stalk you in real life a specter with a maniacal grin on his face, and madness in his eyes The wretched pale faced man! |