You’re beautiful and admired from a distance.
I have not the composure nor the time to deal with your emotions.
So I watch you.
I wait so near that you will never even notice me.
Pining for your touch, your hands…
Back alley, Public bathroom, no.
I’ll wait ’till you’re home with your family, your loved ones.
They’ve all gone to bed.
You’re downstairs closing up, locking up,…a bit too late.
You didn’t hear me come in, did you?
I said that I’d been watching you.
Now you’re mine, MINE, ALL MINE!
i am the burning question that haunts your soul.
JUST TO FEEL YOUR HANDS AROUND ME, TO FEEL YOUR TOUCH.
brings you to your knees, makes you beg for mercy.
BUT NO FEELINGS, NO ATTACHMENTS.
i’ll make your life hell on earth as you drift slowly down the river styx-that is your destiny.
JUST YOUR SCREAMS AS I SLOWLY CUT YOUR HANDS OFF, FOR NOTHING BUT MY OWN GRATIFICATION.
your heart belongs to me, i will taint any love that happens to come to your doorstep.
AND THEY FEEL OH SO GOOD…
i’m in your mind. you dream about me, you think about me. every day i make you ask the question…”why me?”