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!"