The stalker's quarry
Yawns open slowly
It's teeth baring
Darkness within lips
Of wide expanses
And black holes
Of his personal --
Psychotic abyss
There's no one home
To call his name
Beyond the specter
Within his mirror
Beside twirle birds
Swirling as bats
Mad in his belfry
There's no one home
Of worth nor substance
Within his being --
Vacant, Barren
Demanding attention
Dominating, Controlling
Trying for MORE
More in scores
Of empty gains
And irrevocable sins
Of his personal --
Psychotic abyss.
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. Due to the manner in which the alleged perpetrator has used Lady Lost's poetic expressions grossly out of context, I shall state that the line," And irrevocable sins," within this work is in reference to the author's position regarding the alleged perpetrator's sins committed while stalking the victims and co-victims.
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