I'm the invisible man sitting in the corner,
the ghost of a man, always a loner
You can't see me but I've always been here
I drift in and out, something to fear
That wind you felt, it wasn't the air
You never notice, and always scared
Outside your window, but you never see
This stalker mentality is what I'm meant to be
In your closet, watching from a distance
When you awake, you'll have no assistance
You'll finally know what I've done
By that time I'll already be gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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