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Obsessive
He looks at her with a craving so strong,
His mind is filled with her image.
But he can't touch her or things will go wrong,
His desire locked in the deepest part of his dungeon.
Every morning he waits for her to arrive,
Looking at her walk every step.
As she passes by, her smell makes him feel alive,
If only they were alone then all would be set.
She smiles and greets everyone she knows,
Enjoying the time that life has given her.
Then, he appears in front of her with a rose,
Not knowing that behind him is her lover.
But a smirk he has on his face,
As she looks in terror.
Her memory she starts to trace,
As she realizes... he's the obsessive killer...
His mind is filled with her image.
But he can't touch her or things will go wrong,
His desire locked in the deepest part of his dungeon.
Every morning he waits for her to arrive,
Looking at her walk every step.
As she passes by, her smell makes him feel alive,
If only they were alone then all would be set.
She smiles and greets everyone she knows,
Enjoying the time that life has given her.
Then, he appears in front of her with a rose,
Not knowing that behind him is her lover.
But a smirk he has on his face,
As she looks in terror.
Her memory she starts to trace,
As she realizes... he's the obsessive killer...
Published 13th Oct 2009
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