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Haunt of William P. Robertson--Master of the Macabre & Gothic Horror: Readings

You Are the Pain

(William P. Robertson)
November 21, 2010
William P. Robertson

This poem was first published in Shadowland Magazine and later appeared on my audio book CD, Until Death Do Impart. I was listening to a lot of grunge music when I penned this piece, which added to its depressing vibe.




Your eyes are coals

That light my way

As through the

Catacombs we play


Your cobweb hair

Provides a chill

As streams of rats

From darkness spill


Your perfume reeks

Like rotted flesh

Your skin's the hue

Of mildewed mesh


We run like blood

On pavement black

We're like two trains

That jumped the track


We live to die

We loathe the light

You are the pain

I am the fright!!!!