You are always alone
There is something like a bitter light
in the pupils of your eyes that have never shown tears
I like it
To your blind image
this world is a desolate hunting place
You are the winter hunter
who constantly chases down one heart
You do not believe in words
There is a deep longing for fear
in your footsteps that have murdered all the hearts
It fascinates me
On the thin line that you walk
the smell of blood is even on the top of the snow
No matter how far we separate
I can tell
You pull the trigger
I die inside a word
