The Horrible Tale Of Jeff The Killer Poem by G.A. Meyers

The Horrible Tale Of Jeff The Killer



Listen close and I'll tell you a tale
About Jeff the Killer, skin so cold and pale
On that fateful day it all began
After a fight things went out of hand

Jeff was only thirteen years old
When he defended his brother, so brave and bold
He stabbed them, punched them, beat them to the ground
And that's when he felt that 'feeling' abound

The police came looking for them
But his brother chose to be condemned
Jeff was frantic, it just can't be accepted
So when the kids came back, he knew what he wanted

Jeff and the other kids wanted pay back
They were all so mad so they began the attack
A kid soaked Jeff with alcohol and caught him on fire
And at that moment things have gotten haywire

Jeff woke up in the hospital, his face wrapped all around
His parents and brother were horrified with what they have found
The bandage was gone, now they can see
And Jeff went to the mirror and was filled with glee

His lips were burnt to red, his face so white and pale
His hair singed now black and stale
'It's not that bad, ' his brother had said
'It's not that bad? It's perfect! ' He says

His parents noticed he was kind of twitchy
He started to laugh uncontrollably
They all went home thinking everything's okay
But they didn't know it was their last day

That night his mother awoke from a sound
She got up from bed and looked around
She looked in the bathroom and saw a horrible sight
It was Jeff, her son, holding a knife

Jeff carved a smile unto his cheek
He wanted to keep smiling but it looked so bleak
She noticed his eyes were ringed in black
He looked as if he had been attacked

'I got tired so my eyes started to close.'
It was then an idea arose
'I burned my eyelids so i can forever see,
My pretty face staring back at me.'

She was horrified and didn't know what to say
She got to her senses and slowly backed away
'What's wrong? Aren't I beautiful, mommy? '
'Of course you are, son, just let me get daddy.'

She couldn't recognize her son
So she told her husband to grab the gun
Jeff stood behind and it was too late
'You lied, mommy, ' was all he could say

Sunday, November 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: halloween,creepy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Warning: This poem is not for kids! I made this from the fictional story of Jeff the Killer during a time when I was obsessed with creepypasta stories haha. You can search the full story on google for more details.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jeffery Dan Woods 09 April 2019

I was thirteen, not eleven.

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Geneen Meyers 07 December 2019

My mistake, sorry Jeff!

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G.A. Meyers

G.A. Meyers

Manila, Philippines
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