Head under a rock
What is there left to say?
Hair still curly
Lulu?
'Tis not me
That's a tree
Now its my mailbox
Lulu
Have a hug
You cute little bug
Lulu.
I see you
There
Watching me
Watching you
From bushes
From windows
How do you know where I work?
I'd be flattered
If you would get of my lawn
I see you
Here
Watching me
Watching you
The door was locked
How did you get in?
Whats that in your hand?
I see you
Gone
Leaving me
Leaving you
You stole my heart
With a chainsaw
Descend now into darkness so deep
It makes you weep
In this bottomless crevasse,
A pit of your own creation
Light shall not find closed blind eyes
Hand, in aid, extend towards you
Blindly groping,
You grasp only thorns
And thus
Crying out your anguish
Echos back,
Only the sound of your derision.