Again, I'm going to say, I wrote this poem I added on my own. I was obsessed with the pastas then. I've been informed that he didn't burn his eyelids off, however, the version I read had mentioned him burning away his eyelids. I'm sorry if that'd offend you, but I'm not going to change my entire poem for you.

His skin was bleached white

His face is a smiling sight

His brother screamed in terror

So do the rest of his victims, after that fateful night

In the pitch black, from under your comfy comforter you heard a sliding sound by your window, and naturally your breathing hitched, sensing a watching feeling from behind you. 

His family brought him home

In the bathroom, he was alone

He burned his eyelids away to dark rings

After all, a beautiful face, he did own

You could hear something shuffling over to the darkest corner of your room.

While I write this, my attitude is grim

All he ever does is grin

He's the last sight many will see

Before their story comes to fin

You lay there for what seemed like an eternity, wondering whether or not you should look up. 

When I close my lids, I see his face

The smirking horror has left his trace

Because of him, I cannot sleep

And all I ever do is pace

You thought 'I'm gonna die if I look up and it's the cat,'

He lingers through my mind

He truly is one of a kind 

'What would he want with me?' I think

There are no reasons I can find

All of a sudden you remembered a police report you had written about earlier that day during Current Events. Something about Jett the Slayer or something like that.

While I write this my attitude is grim

All he ever does is grin

He's the last sight many will see

Before their story comes to fin

Thinking that it could be him you started thinking the best escape plan, your door was wide open so you could make a break for it, since he was in the corner opposite the door.

He's the only one I can think of

From below or above

You'd think I've forgotten

But he stays in my mind, with skin like a dove

Getting pumped up and ready you bolted out the door, hearing someone jump across your room and coming down the hallway after you.

He once was a normal kid

Bullies were what his time bid

They set him on fire with alcohol and bleach

And for a while his face was hid

Luckily enough you were entranced with the sport of parkour, so you jumped over the railing into your front entry way, skipping the stairs altogether.

While I write this my attitude is grim

All he ever does is grin

He's the last sight many will see

Before their story comes to fin

So, you started running out to the barn, were you kept the rifles, and to the case that might just save your life.

The bandages disappeared

His mother screamed in fear

He ran to look at his face

And grinned from ear to ear

You could hear him running after you, and you knew you only had a few seconds, but the case was in the room locked in the back.

His face was bleached white

Eyelids burned away to never lose his sight

Lips cut open wide to smile forever

He'll never come again to the side of light

Locking yourself in you grabbed and loaded a rifle, prepping yourself for what you were about to see. You swung the door open and took aim at bleached white skin, and an immortal smile.

While I write this my attitude is grim

All he ever does is grin

He's the last sight many will see

As they awake to hear him say "Go to sleep!"

You shot him square in the heart, but it didn't seem to affect him. You couldn't comprehend it, as he lunged at you with knife in hand, tackling you to the floor. He looked down at you and whispered "Go to sleep." and as he swung the knife down, you could feel the smooth cold metal running through your skin, sealing your fate. As you slowly bled out onto the floor he cackled and said, "That was fun! Thanks for the game!" and everything slowly faded away.

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