he's a skeleton's shadow born from human remains black stained wrists of all mistakes he's ever made. his face is distorted sinking in red static masked by a trance of blurry panic. hollow demon eyes his cold stare is deadly I no longer cry feeling so empty. hissing in silence a serpent's tongue of my only friend a lonely one, will catch his breath and count to ten until blankness subsides and the parade begins. swallow me whole he's all that I know I can't bear to hear deafening, slow, "no fear," we chant. no fear.