STALKER (1)

How does it feel being haunted?
Being chased, being run down like a fox?
Being cornered, panting and frightened?
Yeah and worse

You wanna be sick ‘til your empty
Puking your guts of the filth
‘Til there’s nothing of you any more
To be found

You wanna scream and weep and all that
Tell everyone you don’t have a clue
Why this bogeyman came and persecuted you
But you daren’t

‘Cause he’ll hear you puking
And hear every scream from your throat
If you write it down, he’ll decipher each note
And he sniffs your fear

That’s how it feels to be stalked
You can’t trust your neighbours or people you know
And it don’t ever matter if they saw you grow
When you’re frightened

‘Cause you can’t contrast right now from wrong
You can hardly recall where you met
But you know he’ll do worse to you yet
So you tremble

You’re whining like some kid who thinks that he’s alone
And no one can understand just how you feel
You’d get on your knees but you’re frightened to kneel
In case he comes

You know every night there’s a chance he’ll be there
So forget any idea of sleep – you don’t dare
What’s the point of it anyway? Life’s a nightmare
With eyes open

copyright by Dawn