There's a dangerous feeling in the air.
With all of these people gathered around.
That stare...
...abound.
A nervous motion,
a closing in...
A fearful notion
preceeds a sin.
There's a deathly chill in the air;
the intent to kill in their stare.
With knife in hand
they make their stand.
Though unprepared,
worries are spared.
Despite one hand shaking, one deed is complete.
There is no mistaking, that before defeat,
another must die.
Suddenly a cry
from the only one who didn't know,
she was certainly the next to go.
I haven't really been doing art but I think I'm mainly just going to stick to tumblr now http://sweet-sheepy-faces.tumblr.com/
At least in terms of what would ever be journal entries here. I might still archive art here if I ever draw any again. :V