Stalking with Good IntentA Poem by Doctor DeathstabYou are my lullaby to die to; my cryptic cradle dirge. You’re my semi-psycho impulse; the addiction I must curb. One too many people think that I’m disturbed. Your name inspires so much stalking that I use it like a verb. Although I may seem scary, you’ll never come to harm. The items that I took I treat like lucky charms. The pictures that I’ve taken give me pleasure during pain. Unlike your failed relations, my feelings will remain. I’m sorry if I scare you. I’ll try to stay aloof. I only seek to guard you while leaving little proof. Obsession is the wrong word when describing what I do. I’m intent on ensuring nothing happens to you.
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2 Reviews Added on March 15, 2009 AuthorDoctor DeathstabDEAboutI am a new breed of poet. I write what I feel and don't give a damn what others think. I am vulgar at times, but my thinking ability goes deeper than obscenities. (Did I spell that right?) So read bet.. more..Writing
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