I watch her cringe and scream aloud,
while laughing deep inside.
I watch the tears roll down her face,
escaping from her eyes.
I watch her has she tries to pray,
without her use of knees.
I watch her has she's filled with fear,
I watch her watching me.
I watch her while I move about,
I'm also watching time.
I watch her has she cant find out,
the peace that she cant find.
I watch her as her very soul,
does drift between herself.
I watch her has she's watching me,
she watching no one else...

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-watch-her-watching-me/