I count the days
i count the nights.
It's been a while since the last strike.
96 days, to be exact.
I wonder,
when he will lash out again.
I watch his every move,
he knows we're watching.
But still he dares to smile.
I get sick just thinking,
about the stuff he's done,
and the things i can't fathom,
that he plans to do.
I know its coming,
I can feel the pressure.
I just wonder when
his next attack will commence.
Because it will..
I know him WAY too well.
So for know,
i guess i'll just keep counting