He parks outside my house and watches from a far
He steals anything he can find after he burglarizes my car
My identity immediately starts to fade away
More and more he destroys me each and everyday
Hatred for me is all he knows
Mixed with a obession it was me he chose

Credit dying, as he frauds me at great lengths
Thinking I will break, he does not know my strength
With scissors he cuts, and cuts all my clothes
Hoping to interrogate me, until the fear shows

He slices the motion lights, to have my house ready
I hide inside, clasping onto the machetti
I go into the garage, but see the garage door already fixed
It seems he sliced the wires so that the doors would stick

Knock, knock, knock, on my window he bangs
When I come outside, he is no where to be found
Only fainted footsteps and his breathing sounds
I run and run and than I fall onto the ground
I could not see him but I knew he was around
And Just when I thought that my life was over,
He ever so softly brushes my shoulder
Stealing a trophy, he sucks the fear from my eyes
As I caught my breath I started to realize
That I was alive, and didn't die

For every second of every day
He dreams up plots to to steal me away
To capture me according to his plans
To dominate me until I submit to his demand
But he will pay for all his sick crimes
Maybe not now, and maybe some other time
For this to me is such a complete shocker
To have barely escaped, my crazy stalker,

Villie Beebs

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