old poem

"Nevermore" I said to you.
Your eyes became questions tickling the edges of my mind.
"Brush my neck with your teeth, and kiss me with your shadows."
An old me once said: "Because then maybe the bright lights will fade me away..."

I cried silently for the loss of that person you once knew.
Mayhaps I'm speaking in riddles only because myself I confuse.
"Lenore" you called to me through the darkness,
"Lenore, oh my lost Lenore."
I just wanted you silenced.
I had finally found the despair of darkness and didn't want it taken away from me.
"My lost angel, Lenore." Damn you Edgar. I loved you once but by my name you call me away from this shoreline.

So as a raven I came to you in a waking dream. I sat upon the bust above your door and waited for you to notice me. But as I was a bird I could say but one word. "Nevermore"

I cried to you as you asked me questions rephrased over and over again.
I had hated you for calling upon me in my paradise but now I knew that you had merely been driven sane with my death and so had lost all thought of reason.
Ah my love. I knew you once as insane, driven mad by the drink in hopes of keeping in touch with reality while slipping into the underworld. Yet you wanted nothing more then to fall away beneath the boards of your floor, where hidden away lay your broken heart. I wanted to know if it still beat for me but all I could utter was "nevermore", I wanted to know if you were doing well but no other words could be released from my beak.

You called me "thing of evil, a prophet still if bird or devil." You asked me if I still lived on some distant shore, merely away from your undying love. I killed you with my black greedy eyes and my silently relentless tongue. I watched your sanity return to you with black shadows creeping by your fireplace and I watched as your house burned to the ground around you but still I sit on the bust of Pallas just above your chamber door, merely because I may not return to my night's Plutonian shore.

By my name you called me and here I sit, waiting and watching for when you die. For then I shall return to my tempest seas, dragging your soul with me, into the very depths of insanity and I shall show you the meaning of the word i n s a n e. I shall show you the meaning of the word s o r r o w, and your soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted - nevermore!