A soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper.
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Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us,
So maybe tracing do...
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In shadows deep, where secrets hide, A stalker's love, twisted inside. Dark desires fuel his twisted mind, Hunting his prey, relentless, unkind.
He watches her from hidden places, His eyes consumed by her angelic faces. Every step, every breath she takes, He's there, unseen, his heart aches.
His obsession grows with each passing day, Wanting to claim her, to make her stay. But his love, a poison, a deadly snare, In his cold embrace, she'll know only despair.
He captures her in the dead of night, Chains her soul, extinguishes her light. She's trapped in his web, a captive to his lust, In the depths of his darkness, her spirit is crushed.
Her pleas for freedom fall on deaf ears, No mercy for the victim of his fears. His love, a torment she cannot escape, Lost in the abyss of his distorted heart's shape.
And so she withers, her spirit fades, In the clutches of a love that degrades. A stalker's love, a twisted curse, A tale of obsession, where love turns to hearse. Yet she fell for the monster he is.
