The Faceless ManA Poem by LovecraftThis is about Identity or a lack thereof. Also a fear of strangers, people you don't know.The Man with no Face sat across from me, Face blurry and wavering in reality. I bit back my anxiety and looked away. Try as I might, I couldn't help it. Staring at his face, not knowing. His face shimmered wildly, violently. Panic rose within my soul, But still I could not move. I glanced about myself, But no one were present. The Man with no Face stood up, Approaching me with malign purpose. There was no escaping his gaze. Reluctantly I met that gaze, Feeling a creeping doom arrive. My vision grew black as night And I could see no more. He had consumed my very essence. I fell into sweet Nothingness.
© 2017 LovecraftAuthor's Note
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