Look at them. Look at the damned. Watch how they spin violently around my being in perfect rhythm. Though they have no eyes I can feel them staring at me. Though they don't have mouths I can hear them whispering in my ear. Like the dim lunar glow that surrounds the moon, they are always with me. They haunt my dreams and enchant my mind. They never stop. Always spinning and always there surrounding my wicked soul like.. a halo.
