Knowing
What is He doing?
He hasn't been back,
But his little minions,
I never seem to lack.
Huh, how strange.
Masky now limps.
He looks quite angry,
As he gimps.
I wonder how,
He got that one.
I feel I should ask,
But all the same,
Maybe I should run?
Hoodie isn't here,
And it is dark.
Maybe I can get away,
Just on this little lark.
Thuds up to the door,
And in he steps.
Hoodie is back,
I guess I should rest.
Hoodie sighs,
As he sits down.
I turn to him,
And feel Masky give a frown.
"That kid is causing trouble again.
He is such a pain.
I feel half a mind,
To drop him in a glen."
I feel a shoot of fear,
Of whom does he speak?
That poor soul,
Haunted, probably weak.
"Master wants to play some more,
Before He gets rid."
Hoodie seems nonchalant,
In this declaration.
Just goes to show,
He is not part of the human nation.
"Those two friends must come to an end,
Before they cause more trouble.
You know this Masky,
They are in their own little bubble."
Masky rubbed his injured leg,
And gave an angry grunt.
I feel whoever did this to him,
Won't live through the month.
My curiosity burns,
But I feel I should not speak.
This would be the first,
They have ever heard of me.
Too much, alas,
I have to know.
"Who are these people,
That you feel must go?"
Masky turns to look at me,
Hoodie sits, gapingly.
They both seem shocked.
I know I don't speak,
But must they make this much fuss
Over a single peep?
"They are a pair,
Of former friends.
One insane,
The other at his ends."
"One is named Alex,
A student of film.
The others name is Jay,
A friend till the end."
"They both did something bad,
Which irritated Master.
Now He toys with them,
To see which one goes faster."
Hoodie watches me,
Ever so carefully.
I think he is wondering,
If I will try to leave.
I turn back to the window,
And look out at the woods.
I feel so nauseous,
When I think of the two.
Those poor souls,
Tortured till their end.
At least I am here,
And He considers me His friend.
I feel that I,
Might help those two.
If I was free,
To do what I do.
That's what I'll do,
I'll help them be,
I'll help them be,
When I am free.
Oh yes, it is WHEN
And definitely not IF.
In a few days,
I will be gone.
I will be free,
Before the end of the month.
I will be gone,
As quick as a moth.
