The Faceless Man

By L   

A man stood,
as tall as the forest trees-
no expression is seen.
for he is the faceless man.

Those who wandered in,
those who thought him a myth,
they would be toyed with;
for he is the faceless man.

There was no escape,
there was no hope,
they’d wish for a rope,
for he is the faceless man.

Oh, paranoia!
Lost within the trees,
they begin to wheeze,
for he is the faceless man.

Your pounding heartbeat,
vision blurred, mind numbed,
now you know he's won,
for he is the faceless man.

Chased through countless pain,
you cry out in vain,
you're no longer sane-
for no one wins the faceless man's game.

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