CreepyPasta poems (on hold)

Jack #2

It dark and bleak,
Your dying and weak.
My blade traces across your neck.

I stab it and all I can hear
Is that wonderful crack, my dear.
I mean, don't you like kidneys?

Yes, I eat people, I'm not sick.
I'll make you fade nice and quick,
Don't worry, this cannibal is on the loose.

My eyes are gone, yet I can see.
We'll be best friends, just wait I'll be-
Oh, your dead already.

Oh well, I guess I'll harvest your meat,
Human kidneys have always been a treat!
So I guess I'll be going now...