I see her
That... young little girl
How old could she be
Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen?
She's so... tranquil
Cute, alone, sitting there
Reading

Her clothing is tom-boyish
Black jeans and a white tee
With a cut-up heart imprinted
Does her family love her?
Does she have family?
Still reading what could be
A cheap graphic novel
I watch, waiting

I am a lurker
A man of nineteen
I've never known love
But I adore this... thing
My long brown hair
Messily falls in my eyes
My all-black garb
Draws cold looks from cold eyes

But this girl
With her pale, white skin
Black hair and young eyes
Doesn't know me, see me
Doesn't even care
She'll be mine soon enough
But how?

They've all seen me
These... heartless "Humans"
Humane?
My ass
Their cold eyes always distrust me
But her sixth sense
Draws no attention to me
I'll take my chances

I sit next to her
On that cheap seat of cement
I sit next to her
And she pays me no notice
A striking comparison
To those who'd look strange at me
Before walking away
She doesn't care, though
A mistake?

The bright sun shimmers my eyes
As I watch into the sky holding it
A frog seems to have found its way in my throat!
What to say?
What to say?

I stare down to the floor
Of dirt, cement
Dry whilst nothing grows
My hands on my knees
My face ripe-red, must be
As she turns the page

"You a'right?"
She asks, not shifting her glance
I feel fake sweat on my face
I'm silent still
Will... can I go through?
Her expression still froze the same

"Yee-eah...! Just fine!"
I finally say
It's so late it feels so awkward
"Just fine..."

I hear her say "Nice", I think
But I'm not all too sure
Her eyes are still glued to that
Book...

"So, watcha reading?" I ask
I'll get no
Reply
She's probably just like
The rest

"Some stupid shounen," she says
Voice flat without expression
She's merely responding
Without any focus on
Me
Intent on that stupid
Book

"Oh?" I ask, curious about her
Maybe I can find something
To draw her out
"Any plot?" I prod
I may have found my hook
A bite might find to follow

She sets down that book
And shows those lovely blue eyes
An aura of sadness
Within them

"It's about some guy,"
She replies with honesty
An unfamiliar tone
"Who has a demon inside him."

Something hits that chord
I cannot go on!
She's hit an unseen weak point

She might know my life
Or probably not
But theres a definite first:
Understanding

She's looking at me
In my state of total shock
Innovation flickers in her face

"Take me away,"
She suddenly pleads
"Please"
For reasons unbeknown to me

I am THE lurker
A nineteen year old predator
My fear would make her my victim
But now I think I see
She might be the same as me
Though younger
As I tell to her
"Alright."