catatonic walker by
the, stalker shy
word is he never said hi
at least when face was exposed
or when his emotions were shown
a foul stench that lingered right down to the bone
in his sanctuary he stared
right straight zombie face at the tv
straight zombie faced
hair on the dead, of a head case
inch by inch of a glitching void
coil of the one of the dreaming boy
spark to flame by his bedside
right before turned into Hyde
eyes to scope rope in hand
cycling through all the land
meeting no one nor time
his scattered brain jumped
from tree to rock
from rock to tree
hunting and meeting his own shocks demand
pitch to light
when your in your fright
when there's no one
in sight
when there's no one in sight
itch to itch with a bitching pride
scratch to hearing what's inside
itch to itch with a bitching pride
scratch to hearing voices inside
that he tried to hide
that he thought you tried to spy
that worsened the lies
that worsened, the lies
the catatonic walker by
the stalker, shy
word is he never said hi
or at least when he showed his face
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