Forged in the fires of solitude
Bathed in the spotlight of shadow
Silently screaming, it enters the world
Seeking the attention of the massive few
Supernatural bubble around it
Keeps all intruders at bay
Yet those wh o receive the invitation
Are given not just privilege but responsibility
You suck out its vitality, with your
Posturing and mindless conversation
Leave it alone, let it heal, so that,
Your social conventions might be fed
Mistake not white words for
Black humour, the creature chooses
to express itself not with obligatory
scratches but with deep, passionate cuts
Right into your soul