Creepy Pasta Poems

Jeff the killer

Don't frown, my love

It strains the muscles in your face

Your voice is as gentle as a dove

Your hair a subtle lace.

You thought that you could trust me

You were oh so wrong

I landed my parents in a coffin

And I dragged my brother along

Now you're next, my darling

It's time to put on your make-up

Hope I don't cut your smile too fast

Now that would be too much bad luck.