I want to pass into Nevermore time,
Beyond the grip of icy seconds passing,
And finally lie down to rest,
No longer to feel this exhaustion,
But instead slip away from normal time
Having brought myself to Nevermore land.
This is the first of a trio of poems. One day the idea of Nevermore, a mysterious and dark world, came into my head. It is not, I admit, an especially nice place.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic