that happened to lodge
beneath the darkest of sky
where no man would be
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that happened to lodge
beneath the darkest of sky
where no man would be
where no man would be
a slave of his own desires
be it heaven, hell!
be it heaven, hell
where my dreams have spilled over
determinations
determinations
of much lesser men have been
the death of the girl
the death of the girl
his darling Annabel Lee
made Poe what he was!
the death of the girl
her parents killed another
oh when will it stop?
oops, choose one to start
made Poe what he was
a nightly verse incarnate
of still origin
oh when will it stop
this atomic fantasy,
bleed out our missteps
Bleed out our missteps
on the white canvas called Life
careful where you tread
careful where you tread
unless you want the scent of
pine needles drifting
Pine needles drifting
Upon endless waves of sea
Like words in mood swings
like words in mood swings
hefted by chemical swirls,
boat broadened to sky
Boat broadened to sky
the horizon dissapears
lost within the blue
lost within the blue
of iron eggs, a cold coat
and fetid yolk stones
and fetid yolk stones.
I give the ocean her tide,
taking from fetid.