“Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her….”



What to say? [she is so beautiful, she'd never want me]

Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]



-Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh

Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but me….



What to say? [she is so beautiful, she'd never want me]

Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]

What to say? [she is so beautiful, she'd never want me]

Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]



I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip

And most often I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breasts….



‘So soft and gentle…so beautiful…”



I dream of her….Playing out scenes in my mind….

I dream of her….Kissing me gently, caressing….

I must kill her….She doesn't want me, she'll die…

I must kill her….She can have no one but me! (Here I come!!)



Venturing into the street….

I know where she lives….

I know where her bedroom is….

I know everything about her….



She'll see- I'll show her

She'll see- I'll show her



-Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open, I can see her…

Legs spread, I can hear her moans through the window….



“But there's something wrong,” ….she gazes at a picture of Jesus….

Watching her in that room, I am in love with her….