The Man in the Red Mask wants to kill me. Not literally, but my spirit. It’s working. No matter what, the Man in the Red Mask finds ways to violently attack me with his words.
I find ways to try to escape him, but I fear the Grim Reaper’s forever grasp more than I do his. I came face to face with the Grim Reaper recently, and I was pulled away from him. I haven’t been able to face him since.
Still, the Man in the Red Mask continues to shoot arrows at my heart. “Maybe tomorrow won’t be so bad,” I think. But the days become worse. How much longer can one hold on when the Man in the Red Mask laughs when I’m in so much pain?