LugosiA Poem by theluxAbout the infamous Hungarian-American actor, Bela Lugosi, AKA Dracula.Seventeen years It's been seventeen long years since that life-changing decision The scariest and most impulsive decision I ever made With such ease, it's frightening And ever since then It's been The most life-threatening, ego-killing Mind-numbing, spirit-lifting Brain-rotting seventeen years of my life Life As if you can even call it that I'm ruined 125 pounds I've withered away into a dark abyss of absolute nothingness I claimed I was a new person I was going to rise back again Newspapers clutched in my hand That was the plan But you can't trust anyone these days The media They filled me with hope and now I'm back I'm back at the bottom of the bottle again Where can I go? There's no one here anymore They're all looking for Hollywood No one wants to help the old man make a big comeback It's like I'm in a box Help! Help me! And even if I gain popularity again, I've lost my dignity No one can hear Especially when they're much too busy Listening to the ones in the spotlight And as I sink further into my own shadow My only friends being these empty bottles galore My heart takes a major leap I feel alive! What blind, stupid irony I quickly realize with fright, with utter regret You're gone You're afraid to even look at yourself in the mirror! Don't you see? You're gone for, Lugosi. They carry me away I try to look at the feet below To see who really cared But I can't seem to crane my neck, let alone move Paralyzed, trapped, hidden away In a red velvet coffin What happened? What did I do to myself? Why can't they hear my cries for help? They're letting go much too easily Fear me! I am Dracula, the count No one shall pass by me with no harm done But maybe I'm not Maybe I'm just a guy in a homemade cape Playing roles that were never meant for me As they lay me down Ready to forget about yet another celebrity burnout I feel my dark cape wrap around me Enveloping, dragging me into the darkness The hinges creak as they prepare to leave Final tears falling atop me as they grieve It's no help to me But at least the flowers in here will grow While I, once again, become one of the undead © 2015 theluxAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthortheluxSpring, TXAboutI'm just an amateur writer who seeks recognition. I mostly write poetry but I also write short stories, screenplays, etc. I'm a big fan of the universe and all its phenomenons but most of my works are.. more..Writing
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