As silent as a shadow he creeps,
Until it's already too late.
He's there, in the corner of your eye,
A brief flicker on the screen that's gone when you blink.
But it's already too late.
Too late to run.
Too late to hide.
Ink-like tears are falling from your eyes now...
...and he's about to show you your final moments.
Your face shimmering in the glow of his cape,
As if it's the canvas of an old projection screen.
That like your tears, fall.
But it's already over.
Because the credits are rolling.
Bonus: My computer froze up and resulted in an interesting glitch I took a screenshot of. It was a total happy accident so here you go, cool right?
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