my longing is the mumbling
of a haunted forest where i used to walk tall
my shattered eyes are the devil's bones spinning
in the emptiness between my temples

i don't have a wide desert in front of me
i have a desert eagle as though the darkness feels like home in the middle of the light
as though at the end of the world there isn't just an empty void but another "dante's inferno"
another empty cursed chest treasure is heading my way with the speed of a blind bullet
that was just intented to hurt

slowly my memories relinquish my body just to fulfill my shadow
a bounty hunter that will haunt me in the middle
of any sunny day