You don’t want to see him
yet somehow you do.
The sight will be grim
but the suspense is killing you.
No places to hide
no places to go.
The smell of your fright
will your whereabouts show.
Light footsteps you hear
when someone is coming.
Your end will be near
when there also is humming.
His eyes have never looked
cause of his eyes there is none.
See him with a neck slightly crooked
and I say to you: run.
The rest of the face is not in sight either
just smooth shiny skin covering its place.
To run or to hide you can really do neither
not when chased by the man with no face.
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