Death knocks on doors

Because it likes to take its fist and break your ear drums with its fist

It'll whisper sweetness in your ears

And when you're sleeping;

It'll begin to knock on deaths doors

And when you sleep silently in the night

You'll hear it creep from under your bed

It has eyes, 

And when you look back in its eyes, you look back at yourself

• 100% polyester, sleek, classy finish
• Collage, Supreme inspired 
• Bound to keep you safe with its softness on a malevolent night