The Stalker and The Victim

I think she’s nice, I like her looks

I can’t stop thinking about her smile

I see her face when I am reading books

I think I will look for a while

Who is that man, that stares at me

He seems to be everywhere I go

I must be mistaken, I didn’t see

I watch too much tv, I think so

She seems to see me, I think she likes

I have her number, I might just phone

I follow her weekends, when she hikes

I think I will follow her home

I am sure I saw him as I ran

Who is this person, I think is there

He seems just like a normal guy

I don’t want to know, I just don’t care

I phoned her number, she picked it up

I listened to her breathing, shallow and quiet

I watched her window as she dropped a cup

I have seen a bouquet of flowers, think I will buy it

What is this, flowers for me

There must be a mistake, some error no doubt

A single red rose, and a note I see

I wonder what it’s all about

Well weeks have passed since the flowers I sent

And I am more infatuated with each passing day

I sit here in her house wondering where she went

She will understand me being here, I pray

What are you doing, here in my house?

What do you mean, you’ll love me forever

Get away from me, I hear myself shout

And as I see the knife, my eyes fill with terror

I can’t believe what she made me do

She stood there and screamed at the knife that I had

But now she’s not breathing, this cant be true

What did she do to make me so mad?

I lie here not knowing what happens now

He turns and he leaves with a smile on his face

I feel kind of numb and can see the blood flow

The victim alone in this cold deathly place

©sonofdel 2011

I had a friend a fair few years ago and he was being stalked by a girl, she followed him everyhere, waited for him outside his house, even kept his rubbish which he dropped (crisp packets, coke cans etc).  He used to laugh but I told him one day it might not be so funny.  He ended up getting a girlfriend and this stalker stabbed her with a penknife.  No serious harm other than a few stitches but it could have been so much worse.  Thats why I wrote this.