Caramandia sat down, in the dark room and sighed. The fear was gone a while ago. now it was just boredom. What the Hell was she supposed to do here? Were they just going to bore her to death? She drew her nail on the ground, nasty poems coming out the other end.<br/><br/>"One, two, three, four,<br/>Heart beat badly, poison blood stream, hate myself when no one loves me,<br/>I'm so ugly, drugs for days, friends concerned it's just a phase,<br/>I'm back to make maniac music, GHB and cocaine in my music,<br/>Crack stop complaining I'll lose it, jack tripper jack the ripper, me the reaper that's the kicker.<br/>Fire eater hammer thrower, ima cheater hardly know her,<br/>I aint asking I can kick it, beat myself self inflicted,<br/>Come on someone want it, alone my house feels haunted<br/>Just chill we smoke some chronic clostraphobic cabin fever said she loves me can't believe her..."