The proxies
They come as friendly as seems
But they don't care if
you have a family or dreams
They just love the sound of your screams
Stop crying
The tears aren't going to save you Not when slender craves to
But wait your free
Free from the evil three
You will run away
At home you'll stay
Its the middle of may
And your safe to say
That the three won't get you no way
You turn around
And there he stands
In suite and tie
You hear his voice "nice try"
He grabs you and send you to your doom without a sound
YOU ARE READING
Creepypasta Poems
FanfictionHey there reader this right here is a poem book of creepypasta's which I wrote by myself if they aren't written by me I will say by who. hope you enjoy and always remember to check your closet and bed before reading
