Poe's Insanity
Invisible voices calling my name
From a place that I know not
Their darkness surrounds my very being
And I cannot make them stop
Pretty white forms keep beckoning
"Won't you come out and play"
"What place is this,?" I ask them
They reply, "We're told not to say"
The voices continue their torment
"Why can't they just leave me alone?"
"There's much you have to answer for,
And now you will have to atone"
"Make them stop," I scream. "Make them stop"
"I know not of these things you speak"
The pretty white forms continue to beckon
Then, Silence! that rendered me weak
The wicked sound of their monotonous cries
Has scarred my soul with their pain
Freedom has all but abandoned my mind
A torment, I cannot explain
What place is this I cannot escape?
I write of the things that I see
Remember my name, Edgar Allan Poe
As I write of my insanity
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