Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you
Some people just cannot accept that no means no, mi amigos.
They’ve never learnt the meaning of consent, and will keep pushing forward for that which they desire.
A photograph.
A kiss.
That fistful of flesh.
Lust is a song played out in the hearts of creeps that cannot get their way. Those that watch from afar as their unrequited love lives oblivious of their obsession.
Watching, every breath. Every step… Waiting for the opportunity for their song to intertwine together.
But it never works out that way, does it mi amigos?
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I’ll be watching you
The Creep was obsessed. His mind, like his camera film, filled with images upon images of her.
Each one captured unawares.
Each image fuelling his lust. Bringing him closer to her, hoping desperately that she felt the same way.
It wasn’t until she caught him spying on her that the Creep found out how she really felt.
Violated.
She broke his camera as she broke his heart.
But lust and obsession have a funny grasp of a man’s mind. The Creep decided that if he couldn’t have her, neither would anyone else. Their deaths, a poetic tragedy. Their fates both sealed in the words of this song.
Oh, can’t you see you belong to me?
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
Narcissa, you’ve encountered obsessed fans in your time, I’m sure. You’ve climbed to the highest levels of Arcadia, and have felt the bite of the downfall from the top of the mountain.
But even in the lows, you’ve never lost that beauty. That which you see in everything around you, those that are obsessed see in you. It is that smile which your Creep is so eager to capture, amiga. Your face that fills his camera lens.
He speaks of connection, an undeniable chemistry between you both.
In reality, he’s no different than the other creeps.
The song of lust and obsession has captured his heart and controls his mind. Yet, you haven’t told him how you really feel yet.
You’ve led him on.
You’ve fuelled his fire.
Perhaps there’s a part of you that enjoys being the object of an obsessed Creep’s desire, amiga?
Every move you make
And every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you
But he’s not the only one that sees every step you take, every more you make and that vow you once broke.
So does Death.
Your little fling with Colt Ramsey can be solved with a single word Naricssa … No.
He just has to come to terms accepting that word.
But Death is not so easy to ignore.
I play the song that seals your fate, mi amiga.
Like Colt, every step you take… Death will be watching you with roses.
Waiting to embrace you with the poetic tragedy that will punctuate your legacy.
Embrace death.