The shadows move
theres nothing to prove
hes coming after me
when can i be free?
his prying eyes
he's hiding knives
in his pocket
What's his name?
Who's to blame?
Jeff The Killer
It isnt a filler
here he comes
i cant hide
it will be a wild ride
i hear his voice
i start to weep
now he says....
"Go to Sleep"
-Jazzy R VT♡
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