“And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the Sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.”
-Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
It’s your silence that just keeps
Screaming back at me.
You didn’t realise
That my mind capsized,
From the visions in my sleep;
From the voices of the deep.
What they whisper I cannot say.
Is that why you won’t believe me?
One day I’ll find, I promise, a way
To show you exactly what it is I dream.
Although I can’t swear on what you’ll see,
Just like you can’t swear that you won’t leave.