crimson eyes a ben drowned poem in the woods a slenderman poem

i like writting poetry i keeps me from doing something i would mostlikly regret doing to myself i was bullied and writting poetry helps me coup with it hope you like it i have another poem about slenderman

CRIMSON EYES

Teardrops of crimson fall from my empty eyes a memory
from a nightmarish dream haunts me a vision of death in
a deep dark watery grave the sound of a voice asking me if
i've met with a terrible fate a electric current courses
through my veins i hide in my victims electronics
do you want to play a game with me the sounds of my
victims screaming in the dark is my lullaby you shouldn't
have done that i call to them as they take their last breath

IN THE WOODS

IN the darkness of the woods a tall faceless man can
be seen dressed in a suit and tie he watches his
victims with eyes unseen for the slenderman walks
tonight within the dark woods there's no where to
run and no where to hide for the slenderman walks
tonight those that are caught in his sight soon
disappear from the world never to be seen or heard
from again for the slenderman walks tonight in the
deep dark woods