My face change over night. I may not be slim. Think with nobody parts. A lonely reaper sit’s on the log. People laughs and die by my feet. So much flies spreading around. Walking with a foot prints on the ground. Staring at myself at the glass. Children screams when they see me. Running from foes calling me a freak. A curse just won’t go away. Skull on my face forever. Not a grim reaper. Just a dead man walking. The smells of older’s drive’s me crazy. My food spoils quicker. Can’t be near my wife. Due to the shadow image I cause. A skull plain with no eye’s and nose. Am I chosen to be in hell. Can’t look up the sky. Staring away from live fishes. Animals threaten my life. Because a skull curse won’t leaving me.
