i wouldn't call it stalking,
just close and intent watching.
a shadow with a subject,
to captivate and surpress.
i won't disturb your sleeping,
or be around too long,
just long enough so you don't forget who to call when she's gone.
and yes, i'll be so quiet,
that when you start to wake,
i'd laugh at you, and cry loud tears, so the silence could break.
I'd let you do anything to me,
I'd do it all for you.
in murder and love, and people above, you know it would be you...
I often feel like a small child wearing a tall trench coat
Trudging through the snow
Its waist deep and it blinds me
Covers me so lightly
And swallows me whole
disgusting and decrepit
maintaining youth and good posture at all times
selling souls and skin for fleeting moments of happiness
oh how I hate those teenage girls
those girls who pose and pout and get what they want
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
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