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Touch Me.

The things you do, the way you act.

You'd think...you'd wish.

But no.

I'm here.

Siting, feeling your passion, but neglecting it's existence.

Not afraid to admitt I'm hollow.

I'm hollowed out.

Your bedroom light is still on.

I'm watching you, feeling your existence.

Breathing the passion you know you feel.

You don't know I'm alive.

Don't know of my existence, yet...



Your clothes smell sweet, like the cologne you wear.

I'm taking it with me.

Artifacts of my infatuation with you are my shrine.

Your hair, it shines... and I want it.

I want you.

I will have you.

Even if I have to take you by force.

Do you feel my presence at night?

I watch you sleep.

I feel your body against mine.

But she is a problem.

This girl, this thing... It.

Her laughter, her smile...

She has to go.

You love me, you just don't know it.

I can feel it when you smile at me in the hall.

Her hand doesn't fit you, but it is pretty.

It would be prettier as a gift.

A dainty hand painted in blood, as a token of my love.

You would love that, wouldn't you?

I'll do it for you.

I'd do anything for you.



Her face is ugly, her soul is ugly.

Kindness is dumb, forget her.

Let me watch you, let me observe your actions.

The other night you took off your shirt in front of the window.

You knew I was there.

The scent of your cologne was rich on your shirt, which I had taken from your room.

I inhald the toxic smell of passion and lust.

I will keep you.



That girl, you will find her tomorrow...

Her hair all pretty, her eyes painted their blue.

But she will not be wearing her normal white shirt...

I'm going to stain it...STAIN IT RED!

The color of passion, because you want me to.

You tell me all the time with the look in your eyes.

I'm in love.

And you are too,



You just don't know it yet.....