A Gentleman

He phased through concrete wall before atoms could split molecules an 8ft tall structure wrapped in excess melanin motioned his presence to a place where he became the center of attention, he was like the hunger-stricken version of Freddy Kruger with hair, slim to the skeleton, he had dreadlocks each strand as thick as a graduation scroll, he wore a dark blue suit of impeccable tailoring he wasn't Charlie Chaplin but he had a jaunty smile, one you could never imagine. "Isabelle I don't think it's a nice idea to sleep anymore."