Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Blah Blah Blah....Is all I ever hear fom my brother.. And now I say poem/ Short story from Tim Burton.

Vincent

"...Vincent Maloy is 7 yrs old
He's always polite and does what he's told
For a boy his age he's considered a little too nice
But he wants to be like Vincent Price

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horros hes' invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his Aunt comes to see him
Though he imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog, Abercrombie
Im hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the london fog

His thoughts are not always of goulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jan Go"
Vincents favorite author is Edgar Alan Poe

One night while reading a grusome tale
Vincent read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive
He dug up her grave to make sure she was dead
Only to discover that her grave was his mothers flower bed

Vincents mother sent him off to his room
He knew he had been banished to the tower of doom
There he would spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife

While alone and insane incased in his tombe
Vincents mother burst suddenly into the room
She said," If you want to you can go out and play,
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to, he tried to speak
The years of isolation had made him quit weak
So he took some paper and scrawled with a pen
I am posessed by this house and never leave it again

His mother said," Your not posessed and you not half dead
These games you play are all in your head
Your not Vincent Price, you Vincent Maloy
Your not tormented or insane, your just a small boy
You are normal and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent she walked into the hall
And as Vincent slowly back into the corner of the wall
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from byond the grave
She spoke to him and made goulish demands
And through the cracking walls reach skeleton hands

Every terror that had crept through his dream
Overwhelmed him and pushed him to terrified screams
To escape the badness he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor

Vincents voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted the raven from Edgar Alan Poe
'And my shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted, nevermore'........"


Go Tim Burton^_^ heart