I sit and watch, from the corner of my eye, all the little devils sitting in the corners. They watch me in return, never moving more than a small little inch. Picking thier teeth with the bones of mice and flossing with the spun hair of widow spiders. Singing little ditties that I could never understand and slowly disappearing into the walls as I spot them. Some times I doubt that they were ever there but their little blood red hand prints, saddly, prove me wrong. I often wonder why they sit in the corners and don't invade my dreams. Perhaps they are the scouts of something to come. Or they just like to play with my head and tease me with little sideways glances. Perhaps one day I will fail to see them from the corner of my eye or maybe even come face to face. But I will slowly continue my day, never telling a soul. The armies maybe coming, herbringing the end. But it is my secert to keep for I will not sit within padded walls and I will face, faithfully, my destiny's end.



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Just another day. Falling behind a little in one of my classes but I will catch up. I always do. I'm hopeing for snow. Maybe the beggers with disappear when it falls. I hope so, I'm running of out of money to give.


God Bless