A bit of poetry to go with this drawing: HE WAITS As he sits in shadows waiting the only thought in your head is hating this messed up life you can hardly stand its not the screwed up end you had planned the knife in your hand, your vision is bleak don't dare move, don't dare speak the blade is pressed against your skin asthe blood of the bleeding pours out you begin to see the angel of death close at hand she'll take you to a far off land she takes you to the master now and you are made to take a vow to the Devil your soul now belongs you're reaching the end of your final song descending into your dark abyss its not what you thought, no feeling of bliss you ask yourself "am I so blind" You'll exist in misery until the end of time