Bad Man

a story of a bad man trigger warning? mention of death

The bad man is coming to get me

He’s there where ever I go

He isn’t afraid of sunshine or the glow upon the snow

He is every shadow

That’s cast up on the wall

He lurks behind me when I dream

He waits for me to fall

He doesn’t have a face

He wears one or two

He could be sitting next to me

Or he could be next to you

This man it seems, he may not be

A man really at all

His form changes from very big

to someone very small

if you see his true face, that hides behind the mask

you will find an emptiness, filled with all you’re past

this man is not your friend, you see

he does not stay and save

this man is not a safe place, you see

he’ll make you his slave

you will not know what hit you

when his hand brushes by

you won’t feel much of anything

until you want to die