DEATH KEEPS WATCH
his eyes, locked, fixed on his target his scythe, carved like a bracket his gaze is upon you, even if you hide in the darkest he cares not of you been gloomiest for his eyes are locked on you waiting for the said time to harvest you fool he blinks not you are about to get caught his hunt list, long and dotted victims names well sorted your turn is soon, none is immune your head, beautifully hewn his aura is totally unheard of like a whisk, he snuffs life like a puff proceeds to his next victim all names are neatly written death, a blessing to humanity a gift better than chastity when your time is up, easily succumb it’s a phase we can’t overcome @talk2leigh (X & insta) 8:10am 19 July 2026
