He can stare and talk as menacing as he likes, unlike the police force, who are required to stalk and capture; He is not, and even with the possible threat of mindless paint faced performers, obsessively compelled detectives, and the general greedy bastard plotting and laying waste to his eternal beloved, he somehow finds however rational reason to come and play with me; I find that much more interesting…Dare say enjoyable.
The pigs have their hands full. Mass murderer and possible local terrorist alike. You can spot out the new recruits out easily. Passionate, caffeinated, purposed. The long hours and overturned warrants have yet to take its effect. And so I wholly understand if most do not enjoy my little games within their quest of a successful capture.
It's not his pursuit that I'm angry at, but merely the excuse he gives behind it.
Pride is most knowingly a downfall, but within him it's an awkward trip, taken again and again until it becomes overly obvious that he's desperately trying to hide embarrassment.
I know why you come to me.
It takes time and dedication to do so for which I intended.
Everything else in this city is shameful, why turn it on this?
However much you like to bask in your angry nothingness you are still human after all.
I see it in you.
And possibly that is why you seek me out and are afraid.
I am an indulgence, to myself and you.
Enjoy it for godsakes.
Pretend with me, as I am sure you do in daylight but only with a bit more of personal enjoyment and fun.
We only have a few hours before he conceives something else to tempt and torture you with.
I'll never tell, or bait, or trick you with. We need this.
A basking in black and a quick adrenaline rush, the only difference is that you wanted to morally justify it.
You're not an authority with me but an equal. Take comfort, not to mention anything else emotionally in the process.
This city and most of anything else takes a toll on a mind that seems determined on perfection.
Breathe,
Relax.
Escape.
If only for a few hours with me…