inside & out (+ manus scriptus inversu)

it’s not the crow of Poe
it’s not some lost soul
but shadows on my window
tell lies about my days,
they speak to me in dreams
they speak to me inside
while the church bell sings:
“it’s 4 am outside
you better run or hide”,
these shadows inside
want to leave me empty
want to steel my pride
and kill all my sense