“From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.”
— Edgar Allan Poe

From sober eyes- a man obsessed
My heart has bled- I have confessed
With pure passion- I did bestow
A quiet thought I had to show
For in my hole- there is no voice
Declare my love without a choice
In my childhood- I was denied
A place to rest and now reside
My strength consumes a night of lust
An aim of Cupid- now mistrust
The angry crowd has come to mock
And put my head into the stocks
The sting of morning lights my face
Dawn of silence echoes the place
Soon my lips will melt into cold
The clouds of misery- behold
Now the rain gathers a new storm
To rage in the soul- hell reborn
And the drink within has turned blue
With a stench of raw meat and stew
A humble pie for me to eat
Her kiss I won- in sick defeat

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