We are five,
We are one,
We are the trusted ones,
We were once thirteen,
Master decided who he trusted,
We are those he did,
They are those he didn’t,
They are locked up,
At least for now,
The keys are being edged closer,
And closer,
Day by day,
We cannot stop it,
It cannot be helped,
With each wrong move we make,
They draw ever nearer to escape.

The main character in this story is Edgar Allan Poe, And he is having serious issues getting along with a roommate in college.
Yep. That’s right. Messie had done it again; left her plate of spaghetti  in the fridge. She did the same thing every day, and we were all getting sick of it. So I decided that I was going to stay out of this. I decided that instead of complaining to Messie, that I would just start leaving my leftover food on the plate in the kitchen. I tried this method for two whole months, and it didn’t work. What was I to do? So then i decide to try a new idea. I got all the others together to vote and deliver the news to Messie that if she didn't stop leaving a mess, we would throw all her food out every day. She just shrugged her shoulders and said,

“Okay.”

Suddenly I exploded. I started yelling at her, asking her to explain why she can’t see the dirty dish and food wrappers on the counter and unwrapped plate in the refrigerator as a mess, while the rest of us do. She looked up and simply said,

“I do Edgar. I just don’t want to clean it up.”

That’s when I flew off my rocker. I jumped up, grabbed messy by the arm, dragged her down the hall, and locked her in the coat closet with a magpie that my dog brought in from outside. I haven’t heard from her since.

"Its better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool, then to open your mouth and remove all doubt." 
It is unknown exactly who it was that said this, but it doesn't matter. From now on, I'm making this one of my slogans.

He's back,
He's here,
The hooded man returns,
Watching your every move,
He knows you,
He knows me,
That doesn't mean he cares,
Oh what difference does it make,
The time is close,
He draws ever nearer,
To ripping out our souls,
He lies in the shadows,
Ever hungering to take a life,
Ever thirsting to drink his victims blood,
His name is death,
And he's coming,
For you,
For me,
That doesn't mean he cares.