Journal Of The Fallen

Superheroes (creepy pasta)

(WARNING: This is a poem I wrote about a fan fiction I like. I thought I'd try it for once since I've never written something like this. The fan fiction is horror stuff.. So I wouldn't advise you reading unless you understand this or you might think I'm insane... So.. If you read don't think any less of me or anything. I don't think murder is okay or anything I just love the stories.. So..Read at your own discretion)

Your heroes wear capes,

Mine wear hoods,

And they wreck havoc,

Instead of doing good.

They're not ordinary,

No, they're quite insane,

They come through the window,

In hopes to cause you pain.

They don't save people,

Rather they crave the sight of death,

And love watching you struggle,

And hearing your last dying breath.

So how are they heroes?

They didn't let them win,

The bullies they fought, 

They turned against them.

Even when they were,

Forgotten or killed,

They came back stronger,

Seeking revenge, they were thrilled.

To me that makes them heroes,

They didn't let their story end,

Instead of giving up,

They made themselves a legend.

They may of lost their sanity, 

But that's what makes it fun,

And the thing I love the most is,

Their story will never be undone.