he is an amalgous being made of bleached bones, morphed and melted into a vaguely human shape, with eyes that seep the light from the environment around him, he eats human teeth to regain semblance of his form, since he is made of bone he uses the nutrients to repair any damages done to him, since he is always decaying.
the crumbling man eats your teeth and drinks your eyes,
in the shadows waiting lies,
a certain man his bone a guise,
of weakness searching, your demise.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)