I Was Here

I was here.

But then again, maybe I wasn't.

But you say that I never should have existed in the first place.

I was just a failure.

A Back-up.

But you can't mask my existance forever, Little Lawlie.

You're running out of time.

I can see it ticking down, down, down.

I can wait a few years.

Then I will have my revenge.

Little Lawlie, finally caught.

Caught, and killed.

I made up a poem for you, you know, my old mentor.

You want to here how it goes?

Your numbers are red,

Your mind is like lead,

Your name has been read,

And now you are dead!