Large: Spray paint on stretched canvas

Dimensions: 48” x 60”

Edition: 1 of 1, signed by SLEEZ

Year: 2025

Theme: Grotesque Glory, Ego Decay, Identity, and the Real Death Plague

They say death is the great equalizer — poetic, almost beautiful in the right light. But this piece calls bullshit.

“Death Ain’t Ugly Enough” / " FENT REAPER"

isn’t some quiet surrender. It’s a swollen-faced demon with gold teeth, eyes branded with sigils, and a snarl carved straight from the morgue drawer. This ain’t a ghost. This is what’s left when the soul checks out early and the body gets put on ice — cold, twisted, and still trying to scream.

This is the Fent Reaper. You’ve seen its work — friends gone pale with foam on their lips. Bodies stiff on the floor of trap houses and condos. Another one dead from a hit that was too cheap and too pure. Fentanyl don’t care if you’re a king or a dropout — it just kills fast, quiet, and dirty. And the world barely blinks.

So this ain’t just some creature. It’s what death should look like when it steals another one. Ugly. Unforgiving. A face swollen with regret and still hungry for recognition. The teeth are trophies. The tags behind it are screams for remembrance. And the blue fog — that’s the residue of all the names we stopped painting on RIP tees because there’s just too many.

We dress up death too much. Make it poetic. Soft. But this? This is the real shit. The kind you can’t romanticize.

Because maybe death ain’t ugly enough —

…but it should be.