Jeff The Killer Poem by Champion Chris

He stares into your sanity, plans while you sleep
Darkness glitters gruesomely, your life he plans to reap

Once your eyes lock, do not make a noise
Supernatural cannot block, the death of little boys

His face like bleach, his eyes open-shred
Never extend a hand to reach, do not be mislead

He only lives to kill, friends are dead to him
His corrupt intention will, murders your tired whim

His finals words, will haunt your death
No amount of wooden boards, will protect your final breath

Smiling cruel, as a knife plunges deep
Your screams are fuel, now Go To Sleep