and then she raised and I passed

doom and gloom doom and gloom.. isn't that funny how thous two words rhimes bringing a melancholic atmosphere within? doom and gloom.. like a fog in early spring morning when sun is just about to show itself and thick whiteness is covering the ground.. it's cold and wet... doom and gloom.. morning are the most doomfull part of a day.. night is clear and makes you free but moring comes with yet another day to come in front... just like a raven it's messinger of evil... oh thous evil morning which you wish would last forever... anything to force the day of coming...
in my last moring I was greatfull.. as I will never see the sun again.. that blood thirsty torcherer