Slenderman in a suit.

Malfunctioning of the heart, the beating heart
Feels sometimes as though it may be futile
From the start, you stride into the unknown
Make sure you lock the door, hush,
Now you own her presence, her amorous presence.

You find yourself at this turn, this lovely turn -
Even as the Valkyries ride over and through you,
You hunger and yearn to feel, obscenities flow
The door flies open, I think you’ve forgotten
How to let go of something gone, long gone.