| Written: OCT 23, 2003 |
Helpful hands saved me,
Forever I am thankful as I stalk
The dreary hopelessness
Pooling around every society.
Only now I wish I could hunt,
Could kill mercilessly myself.
Instead I am dead, alive,
Unsure, but dreaming awake
Nonetheless a terror.
Assure your nightmares,
Give them credence and panic,
For tonight I come for you
And nowhere you can possess
To bar me from your ends.
And when I appear to you,
You’ll know me;
You’ll sense my change,
My name an alteration.
When I come for you
You’ll be “Nevermore,”
Quoth the …
