They stalk predaciously
through masks of black.
There’s nowhere to hide,
no turning back.
They stalk passionately:
your car, your phone,
with their pupils around,
you’re never alone.
They stalk willingly.
They watch you as you run,
follow all your movements,
though the public shuns.
They stalk ferociously!
They photograph us all!
Download all our lifetimes
for corrupted souls!




0 Comments