EDGAR ALLEN POE

I live through the past my mind a blurred picture my words fuzzy the faces obscure. You tried to fit me, shape me into a human not knowing my spirit travels deeper then your judgment ever will.

Threaded wheels, Threaded spokes.
imaginary people with imaginary hopes.
inside my mind the presure resides. Inside my heart my emotions taking form.
reality is mist, conceptionual notion is a rhyme.
searching for the key and burying up my past.
trying to unearth freedom from deep within the well, hoping to find forgivness in hell.
love, sweet love............
you have left me speechless.
unable to exit I coreen into a pole.
words and wishless thinking clamped between the vice.
Trying to make sense, trying to do what's right.
Lights!, Cameras! and Action! swimming inside my brain.
Unable to tell unwilling to refrain.
why do you say the things you say.
why do you all ways lead me the wrong way.
space and matter strapped to a rocket. Uniform and comfort packed in a box.
figures infront of me cohersing me to play. Shadowy Figures playing hand games.
it all makes sense to me or at least that's what I have been told.
It will all disapear in do time. one day, one way you'll see the friends that sit next to
me. flickering lampost and forgien clocks seeping through my sheets invading my
box.
I've tried to tell what's really going on. Been trying to show you the demons in my
home.
but as the hours grow old and the raven sings in my head.
I turn out the lights as the greats from the past tuck me in bed.