They like to watch when its midnight
To give a good fright
To the weapons a grip so tight
That'll have you wishing it wasn't night
So they love your beautiful blood so bright
Watching as you scream out wanting to have a light
They'll twist and twist until your mind is so out of height
You'll hear their whispers and pitter of feet for life
No matter they'll be watching as you go to sleep tonight
So keep in mind the laughter, whispers, mumbles, and moans
That will never ever leave your home
Are those of your killers whom will kill you when you finally have no hope
So go to bed and dream up a nightmare to take off your mind
Away from those inhuman kind
Because to them you've already died
But keep in mind their just looking for a friend
But you'll never pass the test
Your still sane
With no brilliance to obtain
While your killers are insane
So don't try to give them the blame
For killing you because it would be a shame
To watch as your family died because you weren't tamed
So goodnight I hope the creepy pastas
wont kill you in their game.
YOU ARE READING
My Jumping ( failure at suicide )
PoetryIf you like creepypastas read this. Also there are many poems that don't have creepypasta don't worry you'll see them because of the titles. DO NOT COPY MY WORK ALL OF THIS IS FROM MY MIND. Also please give criticism it will help me enhance my poem...
