Another night deprived of slumber,
hours passing without number,
my eyes trace round the room i lay.
Dripping sweat and now quite certain,
that tonight the final curtain,
drops upon my short lifes precious play.
From the darkness by the closet,
comes a noise, much like a faucet,
makes a madd'ning drip drip dripping sound.
It seems some ill proportioned beast,
anticipating me deceased,
is drooling poison puddles on the ground.
A can of mace, a forty-five,
is all i'd need to stay alive,
but no weapon lies within my sight.
OH MY GOSH! A shadows creeping, ominous and black it's seeping,
slowly cross a moonlit square of light.
Not the entire poem, not mine either, it's from calvin and hobbs, but 1 reader will know what i'm saying. =)
10:32 p.m. - 2002-04-23
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