CreepyPasta poems (on hold)

Jeff #2

Just go to sleep...

then your blood spills.

I cannot count all my kills.

My mind is sick,

Death won't be quick.

Sharp is my knife,

I will take your life.

Its just who I am,

I dont give a danm.

I have power,

I am insane.

I shall never be tame.

As my brain is twisted,

much blood has been spilled,

many have been killed.

so if you hear my call,

or see a person fall

run away from there,

dont stop and stair.

as you would be a victim,

thought the light is dim,

I will kill for fun,

so all you can do,

is

just

run.