Black bird provokes melancholic and depressing associations
I am obsessed with masochistic satisfaction in self-torture

Self-torture

I am asking myself questions to inflict the greatest pain
And I know the answers to the questions in advance

Nevermore

Mysterious eyes of the raven are increasing my depression
Its answers are driving me mad

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!