The Slenderman will find you,
The Slenderman will seek.
The Slenderman will kill you,
He will kill you in your sleep.
An empty, faceless demon,
The little ones, his prey.
He scares and enchants them,
All mere Childs play.
He hides in plane view,
Not noticed at a glance.
Just in a tie and a suit,
Run, it's your last chance.
He will send out his proxies,
They'll take you to hell.
He will drive you insane,
And make you think it was swell.
Coughing blood, nightmares,
An O and an X.
He gives them these signs,
To show that you're next.
Death, his sole friend,
Blood is the only thing he needs.
He'll gouge you with his tendrils
Love poem to my plague doctor by poetoffire, literature
Literature
Love poem to my plague doctor
This morning you, my true love
tapped a heartbeat into my door
with an oak cane.
I didn't answer.
I wasn't afraid of you, I promise.
In fact shaking swept over me
a feverish need to pull you in
rising from my chest to my throat.
When you left I coughed it out.
It lay there on my floor
thick and red, but not so much my blood
as my offering
my chance.
It is noon.
My neck stings and pulses
for you to kiss it.
But of course you won't.
Perhaps this attraction
the beauty I see in the way you're covered by a beast
is the same that creates
werewolves, minotaurs, and politicians.
I wouldn't want a man
so please, don't take your m