it is a game, a quiet, creeping game; he the cat, he the mouse. he, in black elegance and dusty midnight velveteen; unbearable beauty wrapped in a faded funeral shroud, all raven hair and frightened eyes. he is as a bird, delicately perched on tiny dancing feet, ever blown this way and that by a stray wind. he, lithe creature of starless shades, slips silently through the subtleties of the night, porcelain and moonshine glinting off the cold stone. sinews like solid bands of iron beneath ebony skin, clenched fists a parody of flesh. his shoulders ripple like water, twining cord. . . muscles coiled like a wild cat poised for the sudden lunge; he emanates a savage power, like a cold, drenching sweat, all-pervading – primal heartbeat pounding in his ears, waiting.
Release
the pounce is perfect, as he leaps, feline in his suavity, fangs unsheathed – the delicate warm neck bared to hungry teeth.
Taste.
Ecstasy.
I know I don’t look like you,
don’t act like you,
don’t talk like you,
you look at me like
I know I don’t look like you,
don’t act like you,
don’t talk like you,
you look at me like I’m a freak just because I’m different,
just because i have different ways,
but I’m not all that different,
see we're all kind of the same,
we all go through a lot of the same things,
and have a lot of the same problems, some of us get cast away like we're nothing but freaks,
outcast to the world,
well, I’m not cool,
I’m not hot,
so what am I?
Misunderstood,
misunderstood in this world and in this life,
misunderstood, it wouldn't be different
it would be unique,
special, or a talent for what they are or can do,
but for now we're still misunderstood. a freak just because I’m different,
just because I have different ways,
but I’m not all that different,
see we're all kind of the same,
we all go through a lot of the same things,
and have a lot of the same problems, what am I?
Misunderstood,
misunderstood in this world and in this life,
misunderstood,
and I know if the world would just give different a chance,
it wouldn't be different
it would be unique,
special, or a talent for what they are or can do,
but for now we're still misunderstood.

Weegschaal