wearing all the clothes I own,
The heater is right next to me,
Can't move, I'm all alone.
Watching suspensful movies
Is not to be advised
I've already got chills down my spine
The cold comes from inside.
I think I'll go to bed now,
My eyes will soon fall out,
I can't remain in this place
There's nothing here but doubt.
So now I'll go and get some rest,
my mind is so sore,
Turn up the heater, get under sheets,
And don't forget to close the door.
In other news heres some art. It's my favourite clown, my Grandpa! Done in watercolour pencils for my Illustration class.