A Clown Called It

His aguished hazal eyes bore into mine
Nailing me to the spot,
I cannot seem to tear my eyes from his
My vision stirring with dots,
A slow triumphant smile frames his face
Teeth all jagged and sharp,
Images of them tearing at my skin
Make me feel like I'm falling of a scarp,
Beads of sweat trickle down my face
My heart races full speed,
'Run, run' my head screams loud
But sadly my legs never agreed,
I watched him as he got closer
My brain thrown in debate,
A moment too long to consider,
Put my life in his hands as fate...