I Followed You Home

I walked passed you yesterday on the street
You did not see me
I found you quite interesting, you're not like the others; they choose to ignore me
I followed you home, you know, I wish I had a home
I walked in, you chose not to see me, but I saw you sitting at your desk typping something or another on your computer.I like the way you type.You went to bed early last night, that's okay, 'cause I got to study your body during your rest.You have scars you don't want others to see.Don't worry, I understand, I have scars others will never see.

I followed you to work today.I don't have a job, I like yours.I watched you from a far this time.You seemed stressed out.That's okay, I understand, no, trust me I truly do, I get stressed too, don't worry, I never let others see this side of me.You went straight home after work.I went ahead and got home first.I feel I'm getting to know you quite well.I saw you making dinner, taking a shower, doing your laundry, I truly feel we're getting closer.Why did you cry in bed?Don't worry, I understand, why when I cry, others never see.

I will follow you to work again tomorrow, watch you from a far, watch you go home again, watch you as you shower, watch you as you eat and so on.You are so interesting.I like watching you do all these things, and perhaps tomorrow I will show myself to you... Would you like that?Why, I can see you now.Can you see me?Look behind you, in the dark corner of the room... can you see me?You'll understand soon.The others did.Now they all gather at my tomb stone every night and pray they will never lay their eyes on me again... They pray so that I will never return to pay them another visit... but I do like you, inside and out, and trust me I've seen your insides...
So look behind you now... and pray...