Jason
His jade eyes cut into my soulHis intimidation crushes me
Rings of Saturn are made of ice
Much like his nearly nonexistant heart
His face is mangled, hardly a face
His mask has yellowed with time
His natural scent is that of a decaying corpse
He never speaks a word, for his voicebox ran screaming
His clothes disgust me, they reek of mold
His name alone strikes fear into the strongest heart
He has people skills comparable to a wet mop
No matter how fast you run, he walks faster
Yet, I love this monster man
This mama's boy, Jason Voorhees
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