eddiepoe,
eddiepoe,
why do you intrigue me so?
wherever
did you find the heart,
to tear my tender soul apart?
your words are pearls of purest night,
but music, eddie, rare delight.
your
poetry took ebon wings,
and sang to me of distant things.
where
did your eyes behold the sight,
of crying, dying, perfect fright?
in
your mothers' final breaths,
that kissed you bloody at their deaths?
was
the world to you a scheme,
a painful dream within a dream?
or
was it simply what you knew,
would be a demon in my view?
eddiepoe,
eddiepoe,
what in God's name did you know?
