That little girl runs,
And keeps running away.
I just want to ask her,
If she's willing to play!
Won't hurt her, I promise.
I'm not trying to scare.
But her screams of terror,
Are quite hard to bare.
She sees me and flees,
And never looks back.
Feet kicking up dirt,
And hair shining black.
Am I really that scary?
Am I really that bad?
Somehow I'm saddened.
Somehow I'm glad.
I wish I weren't scary.
But I know it's a must.
It's one of the things
That gains Slenderman's trust.
I wish she would stay
So I could make her see
All I want her to do
Is PLAY WITH ME.
