Tick tick
Twitch twitch
He moves around the room like a switch
With something but not a stitch
He moves towards you as you in your bed stay to shift
He does it again twitch
You can't see it or hear it because of your sleep
Hopefully if you awaken you won't make a peep
He might notice and you'll be dead like a sweep
Twitch twitch
Sadly you awaken
He leans on top of you his hatchets in his hand while your still in your blanket
You go to scream but he ticks
And you see him twitch
You start to scream for all that is true
Until it starts to hit you
As you see his evil grin
You look and see the blood on his skin
Nobody can hear you when he's already killed your only twin
So think again while he kills you with his hatchets.
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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...
