come, hunter
to here
where I can hunt you down
without resistance

reach this place
I can not hear you
I can not see you
I can not be you

not in here
not in there
not even anywhere
just get up
and walk away
refuse your legs
and finally dare

in this place that you call home
I run across
a way of thorns
with my bare feet
and with no will
i get there
and you throw me

not a glance
not an emotion
but it's there
I can feel it
its running in your mind
the whole day long

a cry of a baby
a pineapple peel
upper world without a real
emotion
its where you live
with no company

and when I touch you
finally there
you touch me
and loose a mere
human
into the world

of harmness
and pain

of laugh
and amusement

and when  the mask came off
you didn't wanted me
and tossed me out
once again

I became the hunted