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.
She was unsuspecting and frail,
so he overpowered her without fail,
and left no track,
so there would be no trail,
but anger ran through his head,
because he knew she was dead,
he was certain,
but there were no apparent signs,
that a murder took place here,
he felt her sorrow , and he felt her fear,
he sensed her disgust, and sensed her hate,
but before he took her, he used the right bait,
it was what he needed, he was sure,
to complete the lure,
he tied her arms, and wrist,
hid her in the dark,
after he punched her with a tight closed fist.
It was a clear abduction from the park,
everything was done right,
and she offered no fight,
but oddly, she wasn’t there,
she was gone,
but they were investigating a death of a woman,
whose body was never found,
it didn’t take long
to reach him,
but something, and everything was so wrong,
his eyes were drawn back to a frown,
no woman dead, and no body on the ground,
then his mental state made a connection,
it handled a correction,
he wasn’t abducting her,
he was merely asking for directions.
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