Vincent
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:03:01
he knew he'd been banished
to the tower of doom,

:03:04
where he was sentenced
to spend the rest of his life,

:03:07
alone with the portrait
of his beautiful wife.

:03:13
All alone and insane
encased in his tomb,

:03:17
Vincent's mother burst
suddenly into the room,

:03:20
she said, "if you want to,
you can go out and play

:03:23
it's sunny outside,
and a beautiful day".

:03:31
Vincent tried to talk,
but he just couldn't speak,

:03:35
the years of isolation
had made him quite weak.

:03:40
So he took out some paper
and scrawled with a pen,

:03:43
"I am possessed by this house,
and can never leave it again."

:03:49
His mother said, "You're not possessed
and you're not almost dead,

:03:53
these games that you play
are all in your head,

:03:56
you're not Vincent Price,
you're Vincent Malloy,

:03:59
you're not tormented or insane,
you're just a young boy,

:04:03
you're seven years old,
and you are my son.

:04:06
I want you to get outside
and have some real fun."

:04:09
Her anger now spent,
she walked out through the hall.

:04:13
While Vincent backed slowly
against the wall,

:04:16
the room started to sway,
to shiver and creak,

:04:19
his horrid insanity
had reached its peak.

:04:23
He saw Abacrombie,
his zombie slave,

:04:25
and heard his wife call
from beyond the grave,

:04:28
she spoke from the coffin,
and made ghoulish demands,

:04:32
while through cracking walls
reached skeleton hands.

:04:39
Every horror in his life
that had crept through his dreams,

:04:43
swept his mad laughter
to terrified screams.

:04:48
To escape the madness,
he reached for the door,

:04:51
But fell limp and lifeless
down on the floor.

:04:56
His voice was soft
and very slow,


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