then the blackness loomed close up against my skin snuffing out even the evil whiteness to those damming lips driving all sensibility into retreat in a mad rush of the senses and the soul into hades i forever dream within a dream of a certain city in the sea as i walk the valley of unrest behind this mask of crimson death i long for a loss of breath and a most dire predicament murders in the rue morgue silence and shadows what i adore well i can t explain just how it feels the thoughts of my premature burial inside this oblong box i lie with the hopes i ll be buried alive the oval portrait upon the wall will someday cause this house to fall the power of words left unsaid as i join the spirits of the dead well i can t explain just how it feels the thoughts of my premature burial inside this oblong box i lie with the hopes i ll be buried alive as they lifted and bore me down down to a place of blackness and dampness and silence silence well i m the man who s used up washed up bricked up descent into maelstrom bedlam redrum bet the devil my head misled bloodshed heart under the floorboard beats for lenore nevermore well i can t explain just how it feels the thoughts of my premature burial inside this oblong box i lie with the hopes i ll be buried alive1