My name is straight from the dark,
gothic world of Edgar Allen Poe...
conjurin up unsettlin images of fear & misery.
I am cloaked n mystery,
hidin not only behind the long,
stringy hair that covers my face,
but behind layers of deception.
Deep hatred & distain 4 virtually every1,
everything round me...
a love 4 brutality & violence.
Raven,
never flittin,
still is sittin,
still is sittin on the pallid bust of Death,
just above ur chamber door;
My eyes have all the seemin of...
a demon's that is dreamin,
the lamp-light over me streamin,
throws my shadow on the floor;
My soul from out that shadow...
that lies floatin on the floor,
shall b lifted...
NEVERMORE!!!
