Hunted
A nights rest seems just to the fact of a bleeding heart with fresh wounds inflected by a dagger of many blades, the lies and the regret turns a soul to solid stone. The need to trust and love outsmarts the master mind behind the shade of mystery. The crazy is placed in the pot to boil and send sweet aroma to the tables where the heartless rest, the race to the finish line must start before it ends. Hurt and pain are the real winners at the table of fools and desperate thieves who fights to get a touch of power and greed. The push factor pulls you instead to the danger that creeps up at the shadows who misses home. Flattery presents itself as a common ground between strangers and the unseen. Freedom lowers itself to finger grasping reach and the form of being even is hunted and stripped of dignity.
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