Painstakingly, the day approaches, like a monster, crawls behind and encroaches.
The beast follows closely behind, torturing the head, heart, and mostly the mind.
One feels its breath on the spine, pricking the skin like a spruce or a pine.
The clicking of claws, clash with the ears, and force one to ponder their darkest fears.
Its eyes glow a bright blue that casts ahead; lighting the way, it waits to be fed.
Its stomach aches and the time dims; it longs to eat just one of the limbs.
Who am I to deprive?