to edgar
i listenin the silencefor thattelltale hearthis glass eyestaring at mein dreamwhile he beggedme to not placethe last brickbefore the housesplit asunderand all that remainedwas the windcalling her namethe ravens peckingat the dooras the nobles burncovered in pitchbeneath the chandelierof gold bugsand apescommiting crimesmasques and amontilladoall swirlin the madnessthat itchesthe back of my brainin poem and […]