The Turn of the Screw
There was a time I swear it’s true
When all the roads that led to you
Were leafy lanes and sunlit avenues
And every bird in every tree
Announced this joy triumphantly
The world had a perfect symmetry
It ends just like it begins
I feel the ground under me spin
Until I’m on the outside looking in
As the penny drops into a slot
It turns a key that fits a lock
And opens up a door right under me
And suddenly
I’m falling
And as all colours lose their hue
As all lines fall out of true
The only sound I can hear
Is the slow, slow turn of the screw
Is the slow, slow turn of the screw
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