they are mine. all seven dark figures that haunt my dreams and torment my days. My Watchers. all day, everday, and i dont know why.

at first there was a small breath on my neck and a whisper in my ear, showing me what filled my nightmares as a child. now they are the only things that understand me.

one for the hope ive lost

two for the dreams my mother crushed

three for the days spent in darkness, with tears streaming down my cheecks

four show me the future i could have had

five give me glimpses of a joyfilled past

six for the love thats been stolen from me

and seven holds sharp angry blades at my throat when life gets to good, seven shows me the guilt i hold.

an eighth will come one day, and a ninth and so on.

until im crushed under my own subconscious.

they stay by my side

until the end

with My Watchers at my side