Dead Bodies Never Learn

A poem about stalkers and how they should die.

Pardon the excuses while I walk the halls and cry. And come to the saddening realization, I took another life. I was stabbing out his liver, I was knawing on his eyes. I did lots of things with his skin, even wearing his embroidered lines. Now don't you all ask me for answers, I can't tell you guys the reason why. He just lunged at me with propositions, a life just ended the other night. He should have kept his feet right where it was and maybe he would still be here today. But dead bodies never learn their lesson, which is where they got to where they are. Don't follow me!