How fun it is to stare but not be seen

My next person has no idea

They continue to write about me

As if that will stop me

Continuing my collections

The missing pieces of their memories become My Masterpiece

As they Sleep, I am the Queen and King of their Nightmares

Their Fear of me keeps my Image locked securely inside of their Subconscious

Seeing him from afar, oh how much I have collected from you

Your hair, your clothes, your arms, your legs, your eyes, lips, heart

You are all warped up in that pretty Birthday Box just for Me