I'm waiting. Just sitting here waiting - watching....
Why? Because something is going to come out.
See that hole in the wall?
It's new, you see - the hole.
Busted in fresh just last week -
by Mrs. Crowley's head.
Oh yes, but before she rammed those demons into that wood
it was saturated, watered....fed...
With her screams - her cries....his lies...
It was filled fully as a glutton -
her life as its dessert.
Now a ragged, splintered gaping hole -
bits of wood litter the floor...
the other missing pieces are gone forever -
no doubt on a the mortician’s table
buried deep in her skull
She lost an eye, too -
poor thing.
She was already half blind.
Oh, but the tragedy
to have her own god steal her sight completely.
But not in vain – no, sir
It was for the darkness.
For now the hole watches me as I watch it -
it stole her eyes, as it stole his soul...
So I sit and watch and wait -
Waiting for it to lurk out of its dark corners -
in search of the next generation to destroy
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
I'm waiting. Just sitting here waiting - watching....
Why? Because something is going to come out.
See that hole in the wall?
It's new, you see - the hole.
Busted in fresh just last week -
by Mrs. Crowley's head.
Oh yes, but before she rammed those demons into that wood
it was saturated, watered....fed...
With her screams - her cries....his lies...
It was filled fully as a glutton -
her life as its dessert.
Now a ragged, splintered gaping hole -
bits of wood litter the floor...
the other missing pieces are gone forever -
no doubt on a the mortician’s table
buried deep in her skull
She lost an eye, too -
poor thing.
She was already half blind.
Oh, but the tragedy
to have her own god steal her sight completely.
But not in vain – no, sir
It was for the darkness.
For now the hole watches me as I watch it -
it stole her eyes, as it stole his soul...
So I sit and watch and wait -
Waiting for it to lurk out of its dark corners -
in search of the next generation to destroy
