N.E.V.E.R.M.O.R.E.

I saw the movements of those lips
Deciding my fate
I saw them writhe with a deadly locution
I saw them issuing the dread sentence of death
I saw the fashion the syllables of my name

And I shuddered at that moment
And I wallowed in a robe of holy blackness
And the hypocrites tormented the truth
Somewhere in the depths of my soul

Nevermore!
'Death,' I said, 'any death but that of the pit!'

I had to be remanded to my cold dungeon
To await the next act of punishment and hell
My nerves had been unstrung
Until I trembled at the sound of my own voice
I could no longer doubt

The species of the torture which awaited me
I had stepped from my wooden bed of horror
Upon the stone floor of the prison
And the motion of the hellish machine ceased
My spirit did refuse to comprehend
The meaning of what I saw