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