the stains trickling down the edges of his lips
a straight face remaining
a dreaded corpse
begging to see
blood evident everywhere
hair creeping out in places
ears tucked back neatly
expressionless still
lacking movement
fear seeping into the environment
death and life remains unknown
symmetrical in every sense
cloth removing simple vision
steady and calm
quiet elegancy
graceful in thought
until death once more.
There was a photo of Markiplier with a blood-stained cloth around his eyes and an unsettling persona entirely, and I knew that I needed to describe it somehow. Searching up "Darkiplier" on google should give you the picture I was describing.
