WuJing

THE CRAVIN' I sit in my chair, feet firm on the floor. I read a book, and do nothing more I hear a great creaking at my door. I walk to see its just wind and nothing more I sit on a couch, and read more my lore. The book is boring, just words and nothing more. A hear a footstep at my door. I walk to see, a gentle rain and nothing more. I begin to worry, and think of gore Who is hunting me? Just my imagination and nothing more. Beads of sweat drip more and more Its just stupid fears, and nothing more I hear a knocking, gentle on my door. The end has surely come, and nothing more. I open up my door, storm uproars It's a pizza ma