Captured in the eyes of a stalker.
Please don't stand there,
Revelling in the moment.
Do it now,
And do it quickly.
You like to feel the power don't you.
Because you feel so lost and powerless,
In the world you create for yourself.
Don't psychoanalyse me bitch.
But it is all I have left,
In my last moments,
And final breaths.
You're pathetic.
But that's just it, isn't it.
For when I have breathed my last breath,
Sighed my last sigh,
And you turn with your bloodied knife,
To the door,
Who will have truly won?
You succumbing to your wretched weakness,
And I who lie here before you,
Stripped down to naked fear.
My screams will be yet another soul,
Haunting your very being.
Yes, don't stand there.
Do it now,
And do it quickly.
So I see captured in the eyes of a killer,
Only Utter Terror.
