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Sticky Is The Web...Said The Spider To The Fly...The Stalker is I !!!
I've been waiting lifetimes my beautiful pet. My God given rights of ownership as the maker of perfect things...I Birthed you for my forever soulmate, forever to keep. I've make many horrid mistakes in the past. Got frustrated, then irritation racked over me. My dark side of mad wash & soaked me. candidates recited time...Time I can never have again. These unworthy harlots laughing at me as they spilled their thick, wicked, cunning book of lies. Insipid, rained like boredom in my head. I know no pleads of falsehoods in the most self-indulgent of ways. Their self-pity acts of cry...flip of my stomach for seeing the weak, made the killer come out in me. Wasting my precious...Valuable membership of myself & took my mind, body & soul. The ones who I thought were the right choice, soon made me taste nothing but bitter bile that rested on my tongue...Sick with sweat of fever...Chilled now like the morgue of the dead...I buried the weak harlots to suffocate in the grave for dirty girls are meant to die that way...LIGHTS OUT...As young girls scream of cries accompany low sounds of whimpers their last rites of goodbyes & the oxygen fades...Pitch darken now lights their enteral path of awaiting HELL !!! Now you well be a good girl...I know you will listen, obey willing, lovingly & follow me. For I'm the Puppet Master...The Controller...The Mistro who runs the show. Insidious thoughts of a mastermind...Unhinged always thinking I'm right...Demented man creates the intritive, sticky web to berthall you my very own love slave...Sheen sweat of arsousal, Body tense, excitemint with a hint of force...Escape his date of rape... NEVER...FOREVER, my pet. Wrong place, wrong time, you're mine forever. A beginner in predator law. They troll falsehoods and hook and capture their victims. His strategy is surprise...Pulled into a wrong path never out of a conscious choice. As a victim of misplacement, you end up as a keepsake decoration in his home. As you scan the walls of collective untouchables, you realize that you are not his first wanting lady. Despite his arrogant nature and haughty manner, he will not be persuaded by arguing or persuading speeches. This is a story, a history, and a memorial to those who lost their lives. Deviant plays with traps and trophies of prey. Macabre treasures his trophies... his win of entiltment of a devient sickness Because a follower, a stalker, a number one fan, has eyes only for of disturbing heights. Coiled tightly, is the serpentine who's always near but hidden until the needle fang bite, breaking your skin, now the reality of your faith is clear & known. Devilishly is his grins, as now knowing you've lost your freedom to live. Diabolically is his rich manner of pose. Silent is the snake of death rite abilities are his p[ose of manner, friend or love for no one...Patiently he lays & waits secretly. Sick twisted obsessions masturbates his nightmares of day. Sick is the man... Macabre is his ideas of you with painful erotiic pleasures awaits. Man with black eyes, lingers in the background of a picture...Someone standing in peripheral view, from the corner of your eye...Someone you've met several different times, no memory but they remember you. Diverse & numerous are their masks...A ever changing chameleon,A artful disguise secretly presenting themselves as enticing, exciting man of mystery. Fairytale girlhood dreams, wants of escape showcase the adult nasty way. Practiced & play such wanted desires of love & sex. Wide & colorful a wicked assortments of flavors...As your mouth waters craving their whole body of soon captured of tortured games on his menu...Ravishly this killer must eat.This monster masquerade, Guises a masterpiece showcase. Such a magician, an artist painting a labyrinth
confession, a fallacy of fiction...Spoken air of choking lies. You could never fathom such a poisonous venom or followed by believing all his FUCKIN calculating, deceitful lies. Hindsight clears your new view...Like Alice in Wonderland...Falling head over heels down his twist dark rabbit hole to have tea with the insane MAD HATTER...Welcome to HELL WONDERLAND !!!
confession, a fallacy of fiction...Spoken air of choking lies. You could never fathom such a poisonous venom or followed by believing all his FUCKIN calculating, deceitful lies. Hindsight clears your new view...Like Alice in Wonderland...Falling head over heels down his twist dark rabbit hole to have tea with the insane MAD HATTER...Welcome to HELL WONDERLAND !!!
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