CreepyPasta poems (on hold)

Slendy #2

Many ask why I kill,

Was it the mutation that I am scare everyone away?

if so, do all have to pay?

Why, oh why do I have to die?

I've been a good person I hear you lie.

I chuckle, then full on laugh.

Everyone knows I'm a mental psychopath.

My tentacles point at you, and you ask again why.

you stair at my pale white head.

but you won't get an answer because

Now

Your

Dead.