This person is always proceeding inthe direction

of the an unperceived place.

This person strolls through a life in

a swarthy stupefaction.

Always prognosticating when its

time to falter.

It's like a euphoria but this person

is running.

This person has no place

to call home.

What is this person questioning?

This person try's to compose a poem

of useless words.

This person is at a abeyance.

I'm trying out new ways of expressing words,so that I might broaden my vocabulary. So this might not be really good, but I wanted to know what others thought. I read The masque of Red Death in class and was really inspired.