Edward Mordrake

A man born in Victorian England who was alleged to have been born with a second face at the back of his head. The face could move but not speak. He claimed that it whispered to him at night.

Whispers in the night,
Filling your mund with trepidation and fright.

Taunting you.

Feeding you lies with its twisted sighs
All these monsters you hide
On the inside of your mind

Are waiting

In the darkest corners of your psyche
To come get you in your sleep 

A twisted face
With twisted words.
Pecking at your sanity,
Like Hitchcock and his birds

The worst?
Its that you can't escape.
Before you were spawned
You had sealed your fate. 

What did you do?
I wonder.
Who's life did you plunder?
Who did you slander,
To deserve such a curse 
I can't think of anything worse. 

Author's Note

Same as usual, all critique is encouraged