2016
01.20

I whisper her name over and over like a prayer
the name of a stranger who I used to know
I whisper her name over and over
and I see the face of a friend I used to talk to for hours
Whispers to the shadows
and to the darkness which used to be my home
Tell me, dear friend, what have I missed?
Tell me, dear friend, what have I forgotten?
Tell me, answer my prayers, speak to me.

The hunter who kills with a smile
The yellow eyes that see right through me
The black claws, the fur soaked in blood
The cold porcelain skin
My friend, you who were all that I could be
and never, ever wanted to be

I whisper her name over and over
and once again I dream of her
The face I’ve seen so many times
The face of a friend I’ve had
for years and years
and still do not know

But she doesn’t answer
She knows that I wasn’t like her
I could never be of cold porcelain
or a hunter who kills with a smile

Still I whisper her name
over and over
Come here, my friend, let me tell you
that perhaps it’s you who have missed something
that perhaps it’s you who have forgotten
Not everything weak deserves to die
Not everything weak keeps on being weak
From even the tiniest seed there can grow a tree
so strong that it withstand storms
and lasts for centuries!

From even the weakest kitten there can grow a cat
so full of the moment and the thrill of the hunt
that everything else is forgotten!
It does not kill with a smile but with purpose!
It does not take the kill lightly but with pride!
From even the weakest kitten there can grow a fierce hunter
that can be everything you could ever want to be
but who can still have compassion.

I whisper her name like a prayer
please, old friend, come here!
Let me show you what I’ve become!
Let it show in my eyes!

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