The Watcher Poem by Lonely Girl

He watches from his across the street
His heart it pounds and skips a beat
The cab door opens, out she glides
Over the road he ducks and hides
She pays the driver, heads for the bar
He checks his reflection and opens the car
Dressed in black shes dressed to thrill
Dressed in black he's dressed to kill

Drinking alone in the corner she sits
Fluttering her eyelids, cocktail she sips
Stood at the bar he knocks back a shot
Orders two more his stomah in knots
Wandering over he shoots her a smile
Setting down the drinks they talk for a while
Dressed in black shes dressed to thrill
Dressed in black he's dressed to kill

A few hours later and a lot of drinks more
Clothes thrown in a heap on her bedroom floor
Covered in sweat all his energy spent
Inhaling his cigarette pleased with how his plan went
He kisses her cheek and leaves her to sleep
Her mouth closed forever his secret she'll keep
Dressed in red shes dressed to thrill
Dressed in red hes made his kill.