SWAGGER

he moves
unstable
eyes lapsed over blue eyes
he is going to fall
fall down man
fall down
his pale flesh is hardening into
risen
his grayish hair is matted
his lips are twisted in distaste
he has been drinking
deep into the swallowing night
marevlous he made it back here
bites his lips
blood trickles down
i see the wound he recieved
he doesn't know yet
but he won't be a live...
with a beating heart
he now has glass eyes
pretty
pretty
catching moonlight as he swaggers in pain
handcrafted limbs
carved out fingers
he falls towards me
his eyes gone wide
his mouth is suspended
gaping like little miss muffet's had when she saw the spider
i close it
smirk
twisted little brat am i
he makes no noise has the rest of his humanity is turned into a more suiting form
i smile at the finishing piece
he is a doll
i shall name him, terro