Substitute For Love

Impossible? Perhaps not.
Viable? Most probable.
The hunter in me is smiling contently. I suffered fools, so gladly.
I just needed another perspective , that's all.
What did Brian say? "An immitation of hetero"
Not quite my love. The need, the hunger, drove me into them shackles. I sated it. I hurt him..and him.. and him... Victims, aren't we all?
Where do i stand now? Another jaded smile, another broken carcass, another meal for the King, so who is this then?
A substitute for love. Ah! How beutiful this one is. Do i care how long this one lasts before it turns corrupt? Not.... really. Does that make me cynical, a bastard, soulless, damaged?
The good doctor discribed me as emotionally crippled.
The bad boyfriend, as a fraud.
The ugly ex, as a monster.

It matters not to me. As long as i am intact. Flinging my arrows uncarring of the wounded.
Dear brother how spot on you were back then.
I deserve all that's coming my way and by god i battled hard for all of them.
I am as certain , as i am that i will ultimately lose that battle.

All it matters is that i am content, gratefull and smiling.
Yes! The Beast grows tired of it. I am so eerily eager to see what the Piano will have me dancing again.

For the time being.. i sleep with my feast.
I hope the sound of my licking my lips won't wake him up.