No, I don't own the Clown...
Oh well, consider this as one new attempt to fill the GF category so that one day we have 100 fics here. I won't rest until that!
THE CLOWN
Twitch, twitch, twitch...
An empty stare in those black eye holes,
A creaking echo in his old, fragile bones.
You see him standing there every night and day,
No one knows what he wants or what he may.
"But so freaking what?" I must ask,
After all, he's the only one not trying to get rid of his task.
Twitch, twitch, twitch...
"It's almost finished," he says with a glee,
And I flinch as he watches me.
Those same fingers twitching over and over again for eternity,
Just like my already ended life, wrenched with agony.
BANG!
"Damn it!"