Friends and Fiends

Through this facade
You cannot see
All the things
I should be


All the people
Trapped inside
All the feelings
I shouldn't hide


So many people
Think they know me
Only the exterior
I allow them to see


I'm an enigma
A hidden mystery
A smiling boy
With a dark history


They sing the words
But they don't understand
They don't know what it's like
To be touched by evil's hand


They don't have
A cursed dark heart 
They don't have
Their souls torn apart


All this pain
Living in me
All this pain
They can't see


I embrace it
I channel it
It makes me
Will never break me


Nothing will keep me
In a cage
Even now
My pain is rage


This love
This hate
Not enough
To sate


Love and hate 
Define me
Define the angel
I should be
Define the demon 
They made me


I'll show myself
To those who can be trusted
To those of you
Who's values haven't rusted


I'll show to you
My hellish interior
To those of you
Who've felt inferior


Who know my pain
Who've dealt with fiends
Who sing the words
And know what it means

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Abdul Alhazred


Alhazred was born in Yemen,
Traveling in the known world;
Amassing lore and legend,
And the tales of the fiends.


A writer and a poet,
He was educated much.
Geometry, algebra, Alchemy
And magickal incantations' need.


From the cup of occult knowledge
He drank deep...
Driving a normal person
To madness or beyond.


Alhazred was once a normal man,
With desires like we all can.
He was Arab by birth,
With a pale skin in rebirth.
Being labeled the mad,
As he was once a dad.
But had to eat his child,
By the King of the Palace's might.


He wrote down the Necronomicon,
In more than one song...
The obscure, the forgotten,
The suppressed, the rotten.
Never meant to be read;
It causes insanity with speed.
Not interpreted rationally,
The thoughts cause a rally.


Alhazred was insane,
By the lore he learned within.
But he wrote clear,
With many a tear.


The state of the Universe,
In reality suspense;
Plaything of mad gods at best,
Sewer of evil in the north, south, east, west.


Humans dare not dream of this,
For their peaceful lives they cannot miss.
A warning and guide this book is,
And by the Djinns you do wish.


Alhazred died, not a mystery,
It is written in history.
In the marketplace,
He was erased.
By the Demon from beyond,
Who wanted him gone.
Blood upon the sand,
There he was banned.
In broad daylight,
With many a sight.


He meddled with evil things,
With beings with wings.
He is now dead,
After he bled...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Mad Poet.

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