I was walking around my room,
When suddenly I take notice, I’m doom!

I try to talk,
No effect,
I couldn’t even walk

The room became so short,
By the time I notice myself I was a dork

‘Doomed am I’
Feel I in the deep inside

Run to the out
Feeling no fault,

The London was empty,
To me it was so tempty

I heard a biting,
Up my spine rises a trembling

“Blond, 19 years old lady”
Free my month smoothly...

My feet get out the street
And start to walk straight to the bit

I touch no floor,
Only remember the word ‘nevermore’

I take her neck and feel the flow, Became one more in the narration of Poe