i think i'm dying of loneliness
i think i'm being eaten alive from inside my organs
my senses are lost to every numb cell
no longer fighting the leeches' teeth
a hopeless battle; a cause unworthy
of your salvation or your heed.
how i hate
how i can taste the starched dryness of this one-way love
this disgusting obsession i cannot escape from
so consuming, so embarrassingly painful to know
this is what i have become:
no longer a person,
but a Stalker in your eyes.
i wish to destroy myself from sight.
i wish to free you from my life.