I'm sure I can feel a cool whiff of fresh air!
Mental malaria worse than the grippe
Has asphyxiated my mind, or choke-damped it.
The plain honest truth has been strange to my lip;
I've shammed it, and fudged it, humbugged it and vamped it
Till I wasn't I, self-respect was all gone,
And I hadn't a taste that I dared call my own.
I do not love horror. I do not like muck;
And mystical muddle to me is abhorrent.
In Stygian shallows long time I have stuck,