He wears a dead grey suit
With a blood red tie
And shining black shoes
The moment you die
He's monstrously tall
Like no other man
You'll surely fall
At his hand
The faceless man
No eyes or a mouth
Will come for you
Without any doubt
But only if you've seen tragedy
Then he'll make you feel ill
Bring you into a forest
Where you will surely be killed
the world around me is beginning to shake and glitch
i'm getting real tired of putting on that fake smile everyday
laughing at the jokes about me
laughing and agreeing when someone tells me i'm annoying or retarded
i got mocked for my extreme social anxiety the other day.
i woke up.
i'm not trash.
and i dont deserve to be treated that way.