trophy wifi

she's been a target before, and he knows her handle well, emission nocturnal with envy, now, she's rang his bell, but doesn't know it, universal in never ending, running from herself, no reversal though in his calling, locked inside his, locked inside his hell, she's burning his cross, with his fingers crossed, trophy wifi, not a soul can tell, he's got a show to tell, the object of his infection, hell bent on this sell, e-stalking profit, crawling sideways among the darkness, relentless in her escape for help, or lack thereof she's unwillingly now become, his trophy to mount