AlisonAutumn

The raven's room Of certain sound And numb I lay As songs surround Locked away And so diseased The conscience sleeps Until it's pleased Scream, yell Shout and pout This one won't rest Until it's out Question, blind An absent mind A music box Where I resigned Lying, lying In dark repose I wish migraine To grim gallows Haunted, haunted By lights and clocks I'll lay with my Black music box