you wish you could stalk me

These thoughts of locking him away, killing anyone who gets near him are growing, but why do I find the thoughts so comforting?

All my life I was to obey everyone, I was locked away, hiding everything about me.

But the thought of me keeping someone locked, someone I can control, who loves me deeply...

a pathetic dog on a leash is what I been all my life, now I can be one tugging at the rope