Hunt (Wild Electro Punk)

I laugh too sharp, I smile too slow. I turn away before they know. No words are needed when I stare - They want to touch, but wouldn’t dare. I keep my silence like a blade. Too many truths I never said. I feel the pull, I feel the spark - But never speak, I just go dark. This isn’t love - it’s just the hunt. Don’t follow tracks I didn’t leave - I mark no ground, I leave no trace. And I live long in empty space. A game, a glance - the warning sign. You think you chase - but you’re in line. I pull the strings, I choose the time. But maybe… I crave the bind. I never beg, I never stay. I watch them break, then walk away. No maps, no chains, no open door - Yet still I circle, wanting more. My steps are light, my voice is low. They never see how deep I go. A thousand hands, a million eyes - But none who look behind disguise. Call me wild. Call me free... Still I wait for eyes that see. And when I sleep, I sometimes plead: “Don’t fall in love - just let me bleed.” This isn’t love - it’s just the hunt. A primal code, a primal grunt. But if you look past all the rage You might just find a quiet cage. No one survived the springing snap. They never knew who set the trap They saw the face, not what I keep - Not hunter’s gaze, not what’s beneath. Yet still I walk. The hunt’s not done. I know there is a worthy one. Who looks beneath and dares to see And knows: - the one I hunt is me. I wait for one who sees enough - isn’t the hunt. - It’s just the love. --------------------------------------- Experimental random JOKING VERSION of the song I’ve been working on since May. But it turned out pretty well, so let it be a preview.)) Or does it also have the right to exist?