Edward Mordrake

Whispers in the night,
Filling your mind with trepidation and fright

Taunting you

Feeding you lies with its twisted sighs
All these monsters you hide on the inside of your mind

Are waiting

In the dark corners of your phsyche
To come and get you in your sleep

A twisted face
With twisted words
Pecking at your sanity
Like Hitchcock and one of his birds

The worst?
Its that you can't escape,
Before you were even spawned
You had sealed your fate

What did you do?
I wonder
Who's life did you plunder?

Who's daughter
Did you slander
To deserve this curse?
I can't think of a torture
That could possibly be worse