Creep

Something about quiet feet
You don't where they are
They walk around you soundless
When they stalk , they creep

They won't let you go
At least not so easily
They will hound you
They think they're bound
You are the one that will complete

A puzzle piece in an empty space
They won't let you leave
As silence fills their heart
The music becomes deafening

As soft as he can be
He can hit hard
Sometimes the point is lost on me
There can be no reason to live

Sometimes dead is the best way to be

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I wrote this poem thinking back to a time where I was afraid of a man who wouldn't leave me alone at work.  He was on a construction site at my job and he would follow me to lunch.  I was young and at the time I was fearful of being kidnapped.