Hey I hope you all like this poem. I hope its not to lame so tell me what you think.
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This man who smelled of death,
The corpse that walked among the living,
Whose eyes came alive in the darkness, and burned a fierceness.
This man, who was perceived in terror,
Who hid behind his deaths head,
Who stalked about the darkness,
Who even, yes, had a coffin for a bed.
The man who was untied to humanity.
A legerdemain, an architect, a ventriloquist,
And yes, a master of torture.
This man for sure a genius.
This haunted distortion, who, promised to be as a lamb if only loved for he himself.
This poor slave who wished only to be the same,
A dog who longed to be at its master's side.
Poor Erik!
I would take your head to my heart,
I would not shudder as I took your hand in mine,
I would not blink as you looked in my eyes, and I in your dark glowing ones that shimmer
in those dark recesses of your face.
Yes I would take you to the bosom of my heart,
I would place my hands on your weary face,
I would conceal you from your pain.
Oh Erik,
I would indeed love you for you yourself,
You need not live in shadows,
You need not fear the light,
You need not be a phantom,
A spectral shade of those lonely dark nights.
Erik yes, you only need be with me,
And what a joyous time that will have to be.
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