he became one of them
his ink was no longer his ink anymore
nights and nights, he sat there, writing, waiting,
crawling, lying in his bed, sweating, fearing
that the sandman would come
he became one of them
The words coming out of his mouth
where the words Freddy said to him when
he visited him on Elm Street
the words were uglier than Freddy Kreuger himself
he became one of them
in his house on Elm Street were he used to write
the most beautiful poems
the curtains now are shivering
by the wind through an open window
where he can hear the footsteps following him
haunting him
in the darkness of the night
only a candle is lit
sold his soul to the devil
for he wanted to live in sin
rather to die in innocence
he became one of them
when the night began to fall
the wind blew out his candle
on the table where he used to write
-he became one of them-