From A Family of Strong Imagination
I shall call myself
William Wilson
Too ashamed to tell you my name
No longer enjoy
love and honour
But I do live in worldwide fame
I shall not describe my
early years
Filled with misery and crime
All goodness seemed to
drop of me
Leaving slowly along the time
Yes, something softened
my spirit:
Shadow of Death is over me
I need pity of my
fellowmen
Most of all; I need sympathy...
My family produced
those men;
Of a strong imagination
Often know with a violent
temper
And love for good education
Fiveteen when I
experienced
Warnings of my terrible fate
A boy competed with me
in class
The namesake made me drown in hate
Secretly I felt that I
feared him
My endless struggle to be best
It was the start of
my unknown fate
Not wanting to be very last
He really looked a lot
like me
He could speak with my own voice
After I finally killed
him
I heard a whispering noise:
How surely you have murdered yourself.
