Hehe, special for Creepypastas' s fans
Minding your own as you sit in the park,
Reading a book, alone...
You read of romance til it gets dark,
Then pick up your things to go home.
But before you stand up,
You suddenly see,
A man step out
Of the forestry.
He wears a black coat,
Yet you can't see his face...
The shadow of his fedora
Covers that place.
You nervously stand, and take a step forward,
To see if he needs any help.
You never knew, (how could you have known?)
You should have worried about yourself...
He pulls from his coat a little red rose,
And you suddenly begin to blush.
"Y-your so sweet..." stumbles
Out of your mouth in a rush.
You gingerly pick the rose from his pale hand,
You gasp as your cut by a thorn.
You look up and he's gone!
'He was here...' you could have sworn.
You head home with the rose,
And put it inside a vase,
And put it somewhere to
Stay perfectly safe.
You think of your 'admirer'
As you get ready for bed.
Bisions of him keep dancing
In your head.
Just as you turn down your covers,
You hear a knock at your door.
You blush, then scold yourself saying,
"It's my roommate nothing more..."
The next is a blur as you
Open the door.
And all you remember is
Geeling so sore...
You see yourself in a dungeon,
Chained around your neck.
Your naked as the day you were born,
Thinking, 'What the heck?'
Then steps in your 'admirer'.
Then you see he has no face!
You scream and try to run,
But the chains hold you in place.
You rue the day you took the rose,
For it was all in his plan.
For that was the day you became the bride
Of the Sexual-offenderman.
