When I was a little boy
I used to fear eerie nights!
Bleak and dark they seemed to me,
Without a tiny tint of light.
But now I like to spend my time
In the corner of an unlit room;
Hours in a row and days together,
With my friend whose name is ‘Gloom’.
There’s no peace that’s left to find;
There’s no site to hide ahead!
There’s nowhere except for one;
And that’s a dark place in my head