~Slender Man~
I shouldn't be alone at night,
Though I'm eightteen,
A ten foot terror stalks me,
But only in my dreams,
His arms wide as if to hold me,
And suddenly I feel safe,
But I know if i go to him,
What will kill me is his embrace,
A fine tailored suit,
And long fingers spread,
Just the thought of him,
Fills my heart with dread,
I heard the stories when I was a child,
How he had no mercy mild,
I saw the videos on tv,
And when I die i know he will be the last thing I see,
Creeping through the house at night,
He watches as I sleep,
Daring me to wake,
Daring me to scream,
If I embrace him,
My soul will not remain,
If I give into the fear,
I will surely go insane,
He does not love me,
Nor does he care,
His faceless head mocking me,
As I lie in my despair,
A knife in hand I wander,
Into the livingroom for a rest,
And take the knife I lay it to my breast,
And then I see him in the window,
Clear and larger then life,
Then plunging into my heart,
My body made a sheath for my knife,
For suicide in hell i'd rather be damned,
Then have my life taken,
By The Slender Man.
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