Don't Run little children, you're not prey. Slendie only wants to play. You can run but you can't hide, Slendie pops out at any time. Try to run. Try to escape. It's good fun, until you fall on your face. You get up, you see him, you turn around. Holy shit he's there man I'm freaking out out out ._. I plan on doing more poems of killers like Jeff the Killer and stuff...if I'm in the mood
Slenderman is just a guy Without a face, with a tie He just wants to say hello But all he watches is you go His tentacles are for hugs Not for anything else, like bugs Sometimes he is very sad Drawings cheer make him very glad You steal them, that's what you do And if so, you really haven't a clue!