Stalkers are strange
Strangers in the night
No one knows them
No one comprehends
What they are
Until the victims
Proclaim stalkings
No one listens
Until it's too late
Stalkers are strange
Strangers in the night
Alienated from ALL
Trading away masks
One man here
Another man there
Nowhere a real man
To everyone different
No one comprehends
What they are
Until the victims
Proclaim stalkings
No one listens
Until it's too late.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
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I'd like to thank Lady Lost's brilliant mind for this masterpiece!
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