CreepyPasta poems (on hold)

Hoodie

My hood is high.

My danger is as well

so you better run, or I'll make you yell.

my face is hidden

and looking is forbidden

even shadows run,

I'll murder for fun.

it's not personal gain,

not for fame.

it's natural for me,

as you can see,

your already dead

Hoodies the name,

and murders the game.

So don't run, there is no use.

as this murderer is on the loose.