darkened room, heavy gloom i sit and count my curses. eerie music plays as i waste away and chant its woeful versus. half asleep yet wide awake an echo of reality is what i create contemplate my hearts true doom lover true soulmate doomed weave a coard of vein and bone tie a knot of neuse tone create a place for my true thrown a place to kick to scream to cry to moan. this very place is now my own home.