This is a collaboration by Eric and me. The first part is written by Eric and the second part is written by me. It is loosely based on Eric's real-life experience with a stalker-babe :stunned:
THE UNDISCOVERED PSYCHO KILLER
many knots make men cautious;
you tie the knots that make me nauseous;
many women never dare
to take home men's underwear;
and in my bed, a stuffed bear?
do you think I really care?
on the voice mail
you leave your trail,
cryptic words of admiration
you tresspass my trepidation!
in my bathroom I see the note,
"I Love You" in lipstick, my stalker wrote,
a pose of you inside my locker
with the position that was quite the shocker.
what the fuck is wrong with you?
can't you see the signs I show?
are you deaf when I say, "go?"
this will be your alamo.
leave my window, let me be;
I will never call you baby;
with a shotgun you will see
my serpentuous scandaling;
I perfect the planned passing,
codification credits crying,
done design demerited dying.
I contemplate a decapitation,
but it fails the evaluation;
you will encounter much more pain!
your little toes will be the first I claim.
each night I have a dream
of your wretched life ending,
and this joyous thought, coming soon,
it makes me giddy to think of your doom.
SHE STALKS THE ONE WHO WANTS TO KILL HER
So what if I broke into your house?
I tried to be quiet as a mouse.
See, that is my favorite teddy bear,
which I left with you for your care.
I love your underwear,
I had it framed by the wall.
Click Click Click goes my keyboard.
Click Click Click
Click Click ...
Every click I think of you.
Every two seconds I love you.
Numbers I memorized thousands of times.
And so I dial but you're not there. Always.
I hear your enchanting voice call my name.
Asking me to leave a message. Begging me.
And so I speak.
Words of love...
I follow you at school.
I follow you wherever you go.
I scorn at the one who speaks to you.
Who laughs with, jokes with,
embraces, kisses, etc. you.
Jealousy?
Probably. Surely.
Most definitely.
How can you notice me?
How can you see my true beauty?
Do you like the photo I slipped in your locker?
It's me. With your name tattooed on my shoulder.
In blood, you see. Etched in blood.
Click Click. It's so quiet in here. Click Click.
I see your face on my LCD screen.
Click Click. I feel like a poet.
Like a girl Shakespeare writing a sonnet.
For you, of course, for you.
You don't seem to like me.
For some reason you're avoiding me.
You never return my calls.
Told me to go away
You shut your bedroom window
And locked all the doors.
And I cried. Yes I cried.
But I'm not the one who gives up easily
As my friend keeps on telling me
She said, "You love me dearly,"
Or is it the voice in my head
Telling me to, "Love you until death?"
It doesn't matter. It doesn't.
Click Click Click. It's almost three.
But you're still here smiling at me.