Dead Pixel-Eyed Man

An event described after the fact.

A man with eyes like dead pixels is staring at me.
His face has the calm demeanor of a hangman,
he is measuring up my neck
as surely as he measures his words;

"You are five minutes late" he sneered through his thin pale lips.
Time is but a construct made by mankind
to make sense of senseless surrounds
and keep us sane in infinity.

That is what I thought in this 'moment'.
What I said was this:

"Sorry"
 

Author's Note

Meter alright? Rhyme not too jarring? Hope you like this!