Tattooed male walks before me pale as snow
Under the moonlight, shadows cloak the frail
And weak man. Clear as night and dark as day,
So faintly covered by contrasting despair.
A stream of sweat is dripping off the point-
-ed Goblin features underneath the black
Hoodie, unfitting for the fragile body.
Appearing through the lifeless membrane, you
Can detail bright, inflamed, veins on the still face
About to burst from constant disposal
Of blood. Now with the falling hair along
His neck, it moved with his slow pace towards
Me. Shockingly, my feet refused to move.
Staring down the bloodshot eyes of hopeless,
As he was breathing heavily, he said
“To where is the nearest grave located?”