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life 3 min read 440 views Oct 27, 2015

Stalker

Move me

 

Move me through the streets

 

Let me see

 

 I want to watch the people as they come and leave

 

I want to block the chaos and enjoy this

 

Being blown through the crowd

 

Invisible

 

The feeling is wonderful

 

Watching from afar

 

Seeing a woman a man a child

Even animals roam around

 

I am being moved through this life in a cloud of darkness

I move through needing to feel the spark

 

The spark from people living lives I cannot

 

I am in a corner watching

Watching from afar

 

Move me through the crowd I want to see and smell

 

Feeling them living

Gives me a feeling a life

A feeling I don’t know I am dead inside 

I envy you all for knowing it so well

 

I watch in dark

 

Being moved by you

 

I am moved through the crowd

 Being pulled by the desire to watch you

 

I watch everyone

But you more close

 

You are the one I need

You give me the most

 

I feel the heat from your strength

It pulls me

Calls me

I want to see if I can transfer that strength to me

 

I watch the others waiting for you to come through

I can no longer wait

Instead of letting you walk on I continue to follow you

 

You live in a house on street I have only lived on in my dreams

 

You make me sick I no longer want you

 

I will stop watching you

I cannot

 

After I see you in the window changing clothes

 

I sneak ever so quiet getting aroused by the noise my feet make connecting with the ground

 

I am so excited to view you so close

 

I look in the window and there you are

Your skin glows

 

I watch for an hour until you turn down your sheets

You turn off the lights and I know it’s my time to leave

 

I can’t

I must see you once more

 

I pick the lock to your basement door

 

I slip in your room

 

You’re so happy to see me when I slip under the sheets for our final meeting

 

I tell you I have watched for years and years

 

I thought I would see love, lust but no….

I see fear

 

You are like all the rest

 

Never appreciating my effort

 

We sleep

 

I awake and I know I will watch you no more

 

I have taken another life

 

I no longer feel your strength

I wanted to watch you live and be a part of it

 

I leave the pretty girl in the pretty house on the street I have only seen in my dreams

 

I continue to walk

I am moved through the crowd

 

I am watching

Watching in a far corner

 

Waiting for my next lover

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2b2b2

Deep Work....thanks for sharing....ONE

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Charles2

dark ...evil something. like the form... suspense

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TFee

Thank you some people say I go too far

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love_supreme

Excellent write

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