Though stories it may tell,
Be still, my Tell-Tale Heart.
Silence the complaints and hide the truth,
Before they even start.

As I hide from the King Pest,
Please let The Black Cat see me.
Again, I’m home. Hiding alone.
Not the way it should be.

As I wait in The Haunted Palace,
In A Dream Within a Dream,
I pen a poem To_(I heed not,)
Because, where is Annabel Lee?

As I sit inside my Pit,
A Pendulum of worry over my head,
And nothing at all I can compare,
Not what I write nor what I read.

As walls of anger ***** tall,
Over my Dreamland,
I realize I’m just a pawn of The Conqueror Worm,
My only true choice is ‘how long can I stand?’

And to me that dark, evil eye,
Is the happy people I adore,
Reminding me what I have not,
While a Raven taps at my door.

As I listen to The Bells chime,
Reminding me what I love them for,
I watch afar The House of Usher falls,
Lo! Nevermore!