Cold Killer(Without A Face)

I wrote this one all by myself. WOOT. I might make a lot more poems nowadays because I've been getting into it recently.

With no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no heart,
Why do you kill them, when did you start?

By "them" I mean your victims of course,
Impaled by trees, not showing much force.

Wooded areas is where you live,
Your victims come with their souls to give.

Children to adults, it does not matter,
You kill for fun, nothing is sadder.

Maybe you are only curious,
Or maybe more close to furious.

That they would trespass in such a place,
And disturb the man without a face.

Whatever your reason might be for,
You live to see blood, violence, and gore.

Author's Note

Picture by tehcreechibi on Deviantart.

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

The perfect way to write about Slendy. He is exactly as you described him, but I must say I was surprised how your simple word choice seemed to effect the message so well. Normally, the poet uses all these big words and phrases to get their point across, but you used normal everyday words and I feel like that made it much more relateable. Amazing :)

[Rae]

I didn't need big words to describe him as a killer. ^^ And I must confess that I rarely use advanced diction anyways. ^^"

[Rae]

Thanks for reviewing!