brave desperado

bitter taste in the back of the throat after the first kill

how would you know unless you've experienced it for yourself?

you of who has their life entire ahead of them

would you understand how it feels to receive your death sentence?

when the day comes, hold on for dear life

blood, sweat and tears

all sting your skin in the open air

pure adrenaline in your veins when your flesh starts to sear

mutter names quietly under your breath

and remember what you came here for 

sand in your eyes and the howling wind

carrying the foul stench of dead fish from out beyond the ocean

san pedro plant in its indigenous habitat 

rich neighbourhoods by the seaside

wrong turns and sore feet

there's always a catch

no act of kindness is unconditional to people like us

bitter taste in the back of the throat after the first kill

desperado, outlaw and pirate

all you masterless samurai must lay down your blade one day

but for now relish the taste and punish yourself

so that one day you may be forgiven