He parks outside my house and watches from a far <br />He steals anything he can find after he burglarizes my car <br />My identity immediately starts to fade away <br />More and more he destroys me each and everyday <br />Hatred for me is all he knows <br />Mixed with a obession it was me he chose <br /> <br />Credit dying, as he frauds me at great lengths <br />Thinking I will break, he does not know my strength <br />With scissors he cuts, and cuts all my clothes <br />Hoping to interrogate me, until the fear shows <br /> <br />He slices the motion lights, to have my house ready <br />I hide inside, clasping onto the machetti <br />I go into the garage, but see the garage door already fixed <br />It seems he sliced the wires so that the doors would stick <br /> <br />Knock, knock, knock, on my window he bangs <br />When I come outside, he is no where to be found <br />Only fainted footsteps and his breathing sounds <br />I run and run and than I fall onto the ground <br />I could not see him but I knew he was around <br />And Just when I thought that my life was over, <br /> He ever so softly brushes my shoulder <br />Stealing a trophy, he sucks the fear from my eyes <br />As I caught my breath I started to realize <br />That I was alive, and didn't die <br /> <br />For every second of every day <br />He dreams up plots to to steal me away <br />To capture me according to his plans <br />To dominate me until I submit to his demand <br />But he will pay for all his sick crimes <br />Maybe not now, and maybe some other time <br />For this to me is such a complete shocker <br />To have barely escaped, my crazy stalker,<br /><br />Villie Beebs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stalker-4/
