Your blond haired neighbor Ms. Joe.

Finally I am in your arms,

Held captive by your gaze 

And yet you will not undo my chains. 

You have tricked me, and I will let you. 

Little do you know, I have longed to be in your house. 

I stared through your window for months

With a photographic lens. 

I watched you paint the walls red, 

Some nights I would fall asleep with my camera in hand watching you. 

But now I am kidnapped about to die by your pink fingernails. 

It is delicate to feel your touch, before the knife shall have me soon. 

What is the afterlife? 

I wonder as I sit upon your fireplace, chained up to the stones. 

Once I entered your house, across the street, 

I knew I would never come out alive. 

Maybe we shall become lover's in this cold October moon. 

You are a danger I am glad to be in the presence of. 

Ghostlike you slowly move to kill me 

I whisper "don't, I love you." 

The moonlight cast your shadow on to me 

I see my own blood splatter like a ink blot

I have become your ghost, I shall haunt your forever, neighbor.