CreepyPasta poems (on hold)

Ben

I'm too young to be a threat

or so it seems.

I will kill you during your dreams.

breaking in, murder, stealing, the lot!

I would quite happily help with the plot.

my mind is twisted, sick beyond healing.

so I dont get pain, only one feeling.

I dont care how old

I will never do as told.

I'm a bad child,

I'm only ten!

but this little killers name is Ben.