Shall I drown my emotional intelligence
With empty words?
For I am the madness of Edgar Allan Poe...the poet speaks
For such shame is the glory of resistance
I hold the mirror
That speaks to the skies,
I own the gift of mercy
That melts the slivered flowers away;
Oh let us love from afar, my love
What does poetry speak to you?
Am I a judgmental empath
That seeks for revenge?
Does my emptiness carry sorrow?
Does it rain when I speak?
Let the sadness obscure you, my darling Poe
True lovers dance beneath the sun
And one on one we gravitate towards earth
And the final spin has begun,
Oh dreams...oh dreams
As much as it seems
The base of loveliness conspires
For I am Edgar Allan Poe, and you are who?
I am trapped in a brilliant man\'s body, alas
For I am not a man, I am a wanton woman
Predestined to speak at large
Oh will the masses kill me
For being so abrupt?
Oh silence don\'t interrupt!
For I am Edgar Allan Poe with pruning shears
And my heart races before my tears
Alas! Alas!
This golden heart...I now digress
Fill me up with your prickly needles
And tatter me in gold,
Razor sharp are the words you speak
And cleverly I am drawn to your vices
Hold on to me now
And whisper desperately in my ear
The pearly notes of your despair
And sing to me in gratitude
Your love for your sweet poetry
Swimming in the poisons of your eyes--
I desperately disguise!
Eternal roses blooming to the fog
Has Easter come early?
Despite the wickedness of my treasons
I write to you a holy name
Mon cheri amor;
Dance, dance like your logic depends on it
My angry sorrow defines the light
I only want you to know
That I love you on paper,
For I don\'t know the real Edgar Allan Poe
And I never will...
Sleeping roses lie
In a naked garden
And deep-rooted souls
Die,
What is this masterpiece
You call a redemption?
For spreading eyes spread lies--
For the curtain has stopped
And the kisses rain
Oh Edgar, sweet Edgar
I fill your solace indeed
And one last thing that I want you to know
Is that I\'m dying inside.