Maybe he wasn't there
maybe I'v gone insane
All i know is the voices in my brain.
He needs another soul he needs another kid.

I slowly try to refuse
he comes back to me
I am a slave for him, he'll **** me if i don't
he'll hurt me instead.
I never wanted that.

His life is what he makes it,
he devours the children souls
He takes away there happiness
so all they are is cold

Lifeless body's in his hands
in a pile there are more,
he'll never know love
he will never try
i'm nothing but a slave to him till the day i die.

So ill bring another child
into his dark cold woods,
he takes them
and makes them like the rest
he is and always will be the Slenderman.