Flickering flames of candles light the room

Scribbled names on walls for spell gloom

The names are written in blue ink

He screams “who cares what you think”

He hangs up the phone

Whispers “I wish they would leave me alone”
He sits down on the ground

Where pictures lay around

This is his precious bubble

He sits in the middle of this circle

And stares away at his self-made display

The names all say “Sara May”

He now talks to the pictures “How was your day?”

As for a reply he grabs a remote, pushes play

A speaker box covered in a veil plays the track

The words reverb on the walls and come back

“I’m doing just fine, but I still miss you”

He presses stop and replies “miss you too”

He gets up and walks to a desk

Where pictures displayed are grotesque 

He used Photoshop to drop

Himself in pics in which he was not

For some he just took her head

Put it on porno pictures instead

He then grabs a half written letter

Wherein he promises he will get better

That he will be by her side

That his happiness will not be denied

A stalker unique in its kind

Left his entire life behind

Dedicated it to Sara May and her voice

The beauty she showed, made every man rejoice

He has sent thousands of letters, but no reply

Pushes forward, failure is only when you don’t try

Family is concerned they want him to come back

But for him she is light and the world is black

He knows he is a stalker but swears he can make her happy

He’s not a sweet talker but swears she is heavenly

Family tried to tell him it couldn’t be

Family also told him that he’s 1 step away from crazy

Every song she sings, he breaks down in tears

Family is scared to tell him she has been dead for 5 years