The Hunt Begins

The hunt begins;

blurred images scatter,

hiding between the misery of the night

and the salt of a tragedy.

Angels and demons

locked in a struggle,

while thoughts seek refuge in silence;

the fog becomes a phantom.

A lonely walk through the gloom,

tears longing to be poured out;

the heat of the night has reached its peak,

with no one on the path to offer peace.

Who is that shadow?

It pursues me like sorrow,

like death in an alley with no tomorrow.