a pale malvolent hand
shines as brightly in the dark
a body moves quietly
slightly **** to stark
mechanically watching
waiting in the dark
and the games
still have yet to start

eyes of blue crystal
and far from expression
jewels shored in the owners head
without them they'd surely
be dead

should it be
non living human
not quite
but slightly an android
moves with a grace
that is someone paranoid

a voice cuts into the ears
like razor blades
not quite hot
but yet it blazes

nails long
but unpainted
fingers long
like broken sticks
one cuts off
still leaving six..