YOU..I?....WHY?!
it gets dark in this town...
perfect for you
avoiding your conflict has become hard
i see you stalk me at night when i walk by
i know your listening when i talk
im distanceing my self from you
but that doesnt work
you only show in the lonely dark so i cant see you
you could be anyone i pass in my day
your letters get stranger
first you write with your own blood
next you write how much of a delite i am...
and tell me im the only thing you live for
then i see how you follow my car
no star shines bright enough to reveal you
you drive past my home as i pull into my drive way
when you you leave and say not but a thing
i know not of your identity
only of your masked presence
your hesitance frightens me...greatly
your residence not known of
you put me on the highest of thrones
i only wish of your face to be shown
so you cant haunt me any more
you taunt me with your sick letters
telling me youd knit a sweater out of my hair...?
and how much you care about me but i do not know of you
why must you scout me out this way
why oh why do i interest you in such a way
you tell me how you cant wait for my hair to grow longer so you can keep it
you tell me in your letters how you cant wait to tie me up in your shack...
and how ill love it there
you tell me the hell ill go thru if i move away or cut my hair
i see youve even gotten in my house
i found my cloths all over the floor
every door wide open
pictures all over the floor of a masked and cloaked man wareing my cloths
and now youve even replaced my face in my family photos
now your even in my bed when i come home
your all around and in me
youve replaced my talent
i see what you are now.........
your the thing ive become
by levi cloninger
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