Net Stalker

The narrowing pupils turn yellowy grey, The whites reflect crimson and gold, Just a key-stroke, a mouse click, a heartbeat away, Throbs a mind locked in bitterest cold. With hatred that simmers down deep in the loins, Stands for evil the E in emails, Stroking of member, flipping of coins, This one or that, heads or tails? Warm, fetid breath clouds the monitor screen Whispers of venomous hate, Gripped with excitement, all twisted and mean, Whipped to fanatical state. Stalking the chatrooms, haunting the boards, Anonymous, hidden from view, Blessed with forked tongues and creeping towards An electrical image of you. Control is the passion, a double-edged knife, A means always seeking an end, Let me in, let me in, little pigs let me in And I’ll be your internet friend…