The Creeper
Is it better when I'm here,
or when I'm hiding and watching...
Stare and listen,
or touch and smell,
the indescision,
is my own hell.
I could just reach my hand out,
and touch you, stroke your hair...
Startled and a jump,
falling then bleeding,
pretty in the stillness,
life, so fleeting.
Now you are all mine,
I lay you down in satin..
So it's time to make love,
like scratching an itch,
worry not, I'll get it up,
I'm a necro bitch.
~ Pynch