The-True-Artist

I yearn for a universe to call my own I feel so bitter and alone It's been so long since I called you friend And yet, I see you as a godsend Here to thwart my schemes again The drums are pounding, the heartbeats of a thousand men They rejected me It was he Who started to pound In my mind, that deadly sound The drums They hum With the vibration of a thousand beats I feel a heat As you arrive in your blue box again to stop me Can't you just leave me be? All I want is a universe You left me bitter and alone

 Don't worry As the man walked through the patches of light in the roads, light spilled over him. His face stayed obscured under the fedora sitting on his head, but the edges and curves of his shoulders were clearly visible. His black coat hung low to his shins, and his hands were stuck in his pockets. He walked briskly, but he did not run. In the meantime, Gael McKellan sat on the couch of his living room with a book in his hands. He yawned and looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight, he noticed. He looked back to his book before he heard a knock at the door. 'It's nothing, I'd bet.' He thought to himself. 'It's too late for anyo