Creep
!
He
may call it stealth,
But
we will call it weird.
Crouching
down, peeking out,
Hiding
behind a wiry beard.
Agendas
of a hidden nature,
Cold
the eyes of haunting depth.
Staring
into her bedroom window,
Is
too extreme, line overstepped.
Collections
of her discarded garbage,
Held
in trust to be adored.
Fathom
out this pathological conduct,
And
this darkness being stored.
Fantasize
of days yet becoming,
Captive
to this alarming man.
Keep
your distance and your senses,
And
run away whilst you still can....
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