Stalkers Creed
Don't think me weird it's creepy at the very least, I simply use your body for my eyes to feast.
For every little change your gentle body makes, I'll remember it, the mental snapshot that my
brain just takes.
I follow you through every place you've ever stood, I live across the street in your own
neighborhood.
I remember every choice, every simple, good deed. You see I only live by the Lonely Stalker's
Creed.
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