journal entry #85

i am going to continue the poem from journal entry number 79
his poision, his killer is fame,
he used to be the best man that could be,
he used to be what every parent wanted to see,
what every man secretly wanted to be,
but now he has become more than he could handle,
him and his co-manager Randall,
all the fame and all the moneyt went to his head,
now every single man wanted him dead,
he is oppressing his nation,
he is oppresssing his nation,
but back to the story at hand,
silas thought This is just grand,
he feels the invisible figures silently floating through the room,
he starts to feel his impending doom,
he woud give up if not for his wife,
keylinda silently grips her knife,
she forcefully throws the knife into the air,
the common untrained would think nothing was there,
but she knew better, shes been through this before,
suddenly the knife sticks into thin air,
a loud thud on the floor, invisible steps run to the door,
but he knew they were going to be there,
he had already set a trap, they were in deep crap,
he flips a switch and depresses the button,
chunks of humand flesh fly all over the place,
they knew that this was nothing,
just a few scouts, in front of the race,
they had to leave now, before they found out,
that they had been here.