Jeffrey was his name
Being normal wasn't his game
He lost his mind
And listened to the voices
The feeling to hurt
The feeling to kill
It wasn't one of his choices
He lost his brother
He killed mother and father
He broke down
At a party in his town
Peoples lives were ended
But he thought it was splendid
Now he roams the streets
Watching through every creek
Waiting and preying
On his next victim so he can start playing
And at the end of the misery
When its time to reap
He will stop the crying and won't say sorry
He will just make you GO TO SLEEP
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Creepypasta Poems
FanfictionHey there reader this right here is a poem book of creepypasta's which I wrote by myself if they aren't written by me I will say by who. hope you enjoy and always remember to check your closet and bed before reading
