Embed This Article Home Witness Monster X - New York Kids Time Out I'm Watching You [ArticleMedia] Thursday, September 10, 2009 By Kade Hill The scream tore through my subconsciousness as a star blasts across thesky. Instantly my adventure filled vision became clouded with bloodas dark as is the hate that filled my soul.  As I rose from myslumber, my eyes pierced the hearts of all the scoundrels that daredto wake me.   The evil fiends  that call themselves mybrothers, now cowering for fear in the dark corner of my realm, hadbeen fighting over my Book of Knowledge.  Its metal clasp now hungopen spilling out its images for all the world to see. Foul disrespectfulcreatures.  Why do I let them live?   Drowning out thesounds of pain, I wandered off into the kitchens to fill the void thatovernight became my stomach.  Into the deep stretches of my lairI trudged.  Alas arriving at my destination I came to a jarringstop,  there before my eyes rested the remains...  of my belovedpizza.  Sorrow apparent on my face I continued my search, desperateto contain the all consuming demon that had made haven in my pitifulstomach. Failing to find anything of worth, I returned to my great sapphirethrone and started my study of the universe - watching all the landas it carried out its meaningless existence. People walking aimlesslyfrom  town to town, trying hopelessly to find enjoyment in thislife, as they work to earn money just to simply eat.  As I ponderabout whether I should leave this position as mighty overseer and havesome fun tearing down the lives of all who would oppose me and takeover the world in a destructive wave of force as well as making everydaya Saturday, some cruel nature compels me to stay and continuemy meaningless role.  Day by day I watch and listen to the callof the people asking for my aid, not knowing that the slightest wrongaction would cause me to crush them with a flick of my finger. Worlds age and humans fade as I watch for all time, listening to thepleas of the helpless and the pride of the strong and I wonder - is this really my home?  Where is the light, the joy, the peace,and the love?  Where is the sky and the adventure?  I feellittle love when the anger is high and the torturous voice of light-mindednoise and evil laughter, intentionally made with the motive to pester,is all too loud in my complaining ears. This is why I hold back.This is why I am here.  Because one day they will learn, as I havelearned,  that home should be a place of peace and not war.