Stalker

i see you

and even when i can’t

still i sense you

there

on that same non-distinct corner

lurking

...working your way

closer...

....

i shine my light on you

but still can’t get a clear picture

...

nevertheless

i KNOW you

from my travels

and so you feel

i owe you

...

a taste of my



......................



humanity



a succulent dish

maybe you assume

.....

i’m no fool

my hate brought you here

you can smell the contempt

reeking from my DNA

...

do

not

ask

...

and maybe

on that dark forgetful day

i might entertain your desires

...

don’t know what you’ll do

not sure if i can reign you back in

...

so much to feast on

within this buffet of

creativity

contempt

and your callousness

...

yes

that’s all i need

...

want

...

dream of

..

to not give a fuck

to let go

and let be

...

hmph

you’ve been so quiet

as of late

...

which i see as an omen

something sinister

coming from mr. minister

from a blackened church

...

i guess one day

i’ll meet you

and we’ll swap sermons

....

justify me your presence

and just maybe

i’ll let you breathe...