Their glassy eyes trace every existence,
They are watching...
With no where to go,
Their haunting cries echo beyond these trivial walls.
Sweat dripping,
Blood pouring,
Their phantom claws trace down your flesh.
Their tastes for tainted crimson,
With specks of flesh trickling down these dreaded barriers.
There is no escape.
There is only demise.
In this shattered hall of mirrors,
The clown offers no smile.
The legs crawl across shivering backs.
As the glossy gaze oozes scarlet,
The shadows only come out at night,
In this carnival of fright.
Your death is their craving.