The eyes,
they glaze the floor.
In search of a corpse,
on which to feast on.

It's body in shambles,
dehydrated, starved, even.
But it does not matter,
for this beast, it lives forever.

If you listen closely.
Hear a silent "tick...tick..."
That is the clockwork.
The insides of this being.

The eyes...oh god the eyes.
The grip your soul,
split it in two,
feast on it and watch you die.

I am the survivor,
the bystander or supporter.
The last living human
of this creatures demise.

Get out while you can,
for the creature is roaming.
Soulless, Clockwork,
demon of Hell.

He will find you.
He will kill you.
He will feast on your thoughts.
And he...

He will enjoy.
Every.
Last.
Second.


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(2nd Entry!) =3