The Hat-man and Mask-Bearer, Part Two

I stood nude except a tie

Askew and a weeping blue,

Reserved but certainly not shy

Observing the terrifying two.

To my body my hands are fused

While my feet are crudely pinned down

As a malevolent cat is roused

Escaping hat-man’s mouth unsound. 

Slithering, it claws to my leg

As the mask-bearer’s vile laugh echoes

Calling forth my hopeless dirge-beg,

 Quickly turning into frantic bellows.

The feline with deformed hind strut

Scrambles frantically up my calf

To vigorously rip and tear my gut

Spilling entrails over the open carafe. 

Without hesitation, the cat devours

Whilst I cry, urinating all over

And the hat-man makes angry glowers

Over the shedding of many red clover. 

I howl and dispel bloody tears

As I liberate my puny limbs.

The loathsome laughter slowly clears

As the mask-bearer’s figure dims.

I withdraw from tear soaked pillow 

Whilst laying in a urine stain.

Finding a night light, I billow

Intently, with sleep to constrain.

With dim light, I scratch my forearm

With child’s toy, focused on self-harm

Evoking mask-bearer and hat-man’s charm.