Vincent Price - Pit and the Pendulum (1961) Final Scene

Sick Soul 🕯️ "In Vincent’s Eyes" In the house where breath stands still, Where time forgets to move, Where doors creak open on their own, And shadows always prove— There he waits. A master of the silent gaze, With lips that chill the air. He speaks not loud, but all will hear, The moment he is there. He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t run. He only looks — And when he does, You know the tale has just begun. A portrait watches from the wall, Its eyes don't blink — they follow. The organ plays beneath the floor, The night feels thick and hollow. Outside, the moon forgets to shine, As if it fears his name. Inside, your soul leans toward the dark, And never feels the same. You fear not death. You fear his touch. The way he breathes without a sound. The way the silence wraps around. In Vincent’s eyes, there is no lie — Just velvet truth, and something colder. A gentleman of dusk and dread, A legend growing bolder.