Alan Wake
Radek Wade
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There's an old tale wrought with mystery of Tom the Poet and his muse And a magic lake which gave a life to the words the poet used Now, the muse she was his happiness, and he rhymed about her grace And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the blackened waves Till' in the stillness of one dawn, still in its misty crown The muse she went down to the lake, and in the waves she drowned The poet came down to the lake to call out to his dear When there was no answer he was overcome with fear He searched in vain for his treasure lost and too soon the night would fall Only his own echo would wail back at his call And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he'd create Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake The name's Alan Wake and I'm a writer who's stuck For two years I was simply unable to drop A single word since I finished "The Sudden Stop" It feels as if my mind is standing in a blind spot I was in desperate need of some time off What better place to find than Bright Falls A wooden cabin in the middle of Diver's Isle All seemed fine until the lights went out My wife has always been so afraid of the dark I had to rush straight back toward her to find She fell into the blackened waves sinking down I could not allow her to drown right after her I dived Woke up a week later in a crashed car Unable to remember what had went down My memory all blurred and blacked out Fragmented image of a woman in a black gown Now, darkness surrounds Unnatural shadows are on the rise In the Elderwood National Park You better leave behind any fear of the dark I do not go gentle into that good night Got a real tight grip on my flashlight Combined with the gun I aim right Raging against the dying of Zane's light On this hiking trail I'm chased by The Taken and Nightingale Partaking in this frightening tale My imagination is my most striking trait It's Taken season and I brought my hunting rifle I'm a hardboiled writer who's not gonna be stifled Feel the power surging through the typewriter As each key stroke makes my light shine much brighter I'll write I'll keep writing Outside there's only darkness Outside the cabin Outside the story, there's only darkness I can feel her presence in the dark Just now, I can smell her perfume in the room I'll reach her I'll fix it I'll bring her back The story will come true If I stop She's lost Under unimaginable pressure of the world Beyond our own in which I'm all alone I feel the darkness surrounding me Is anyone out there I'm drowning here Beneath the waves of Cauldron Lake I'm typing away writing page after page I've got to find out a way to escape this madness Got to find out a way to save Alice from the darkness Always operating on a shifting logic of the dream While reality keeps crumbling in here Any explanation does not need to be After all it's antithetical to the poetry of fear As if Stephen King was here Orchestrating this surreal horror scene Can't tell if it's real or perchance a dream Since the author of this manuscript is me Yeah Things were never as simple in real life as in fiction I'd lost count of the times I'd wished there'd been a clear reason for my writer's block Something to fight Something to lash out on There wasn't I was filled with doubt I was nothing like the hero in my books I told myself it didn't really matter My course was set My writer's block was always keeping me down The main source of all the black thoughts in my mind I've got to wipe out all this darkness inside I've got to figure out how you and I will survive A story is not a machine you can control A story is a beast with a will of its own You've got to be careful with every single word You've got to be careful with how you let them flow The role of a writer is not to say all we can say But exactly that which we are unable to say The words I was always so afraid to unveil Entail in detail every event of the tale Now that all the Taken have been taken care of I can finally get to writing the work I've been so scared of No more hiding and waiting in terror No longer afraid of making another error My poems and flows are shaping the world Just when I thought that I fought this war all alone In the eye of the storm like Odin and Tor Powered by the songs of Poets of The Fall Let's rock this show and let the fireworks soar Unload the flare gun and watch the fire galore This horde of horror story spawn Are all but bound to be gone by dawn Radek Wade and Alan Wake are sharing the same fate Both been so desperately trying to keep all their demons at bay Every day finding ways to keep on writing again And always losing to the muses keeping them awake Chase the darkness away Take aim and shoot it in the face Let me illuminate the way With the art you create reshape your fate It's not a lake... It's an ocean Alan... Wake up
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