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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Once upon a midnight Poe" Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last, The moon is an anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more, I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoicing, I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door I gave it some thought, My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming the distance of resistance Curiosity came in crawling and caressing To sense and taste of sinful skin Everything then grew thinner than thin On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near "Darkness there, and nothing more." A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so At this moment, Edgar Whispered, "Nothing more." Many nights, I dream of demonic demons, demanding answers for A sad --sadder voice sits and whines, with the wind "Merely this and nothing more!" A notary, nauseate moment, seasick, shipwreck sensation Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - remains Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams Under my evil-doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems On the nights, my soul mate does not appear, The anchor drowns and torments me with tears I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom I scrape up my room, screaming at the bleeding, From my heart, who needs a killing, From a feeding and the feeling of letting one, go!
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