He is staring outside, the fence is open but he closes his eyes. I wonder what he thinks or better, what he is dreaming with eyes open. More likely,scenes of torture and his next strike.
He sits there absort, meditating and enjoying every thought,every future action in advance..sometimes, I loath your evil calm. It´s like you know , you will win no matter what.
I do not close my eyes to dream anymore, dreams have proven to be far more dangerous than realities.I claw my eyes on you,waiting for your next move, waiting for you to kill my pows and burn my walls.
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