For Edgar ALLAN POE

Written By Brett Naseby

My head is screwed on backwards as my wretched mind caves in

My thoughts they shine a light upon, true terrors deep within

My eyes imagine spectres as they sneer and taunt and shout

There’s madness all around me but there’s no one else about

I just can’t seem to shake it, my poor mind’s like broken eggs

Fear flows through my haunted veins, from hair down to my legs

I sweat, I pace, I panic, my young life’s an awful mess!

I wonder how this all will end, my tearful, cruel duress

Brett Naseby https://www.brettnaseby.com.au
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