Life in Groningen

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Surgically removed,

they just forgot to distribute some morphine.

The smoke cleared and the dust settled.
But the only one with a whole in his chest was me.
Not by fire arm or sword, this wound was caused.
But by her, she who I held in my arms just moments before.
Yet I am not angry with her, for she did not know.
I am angry with myself, for not seeing the truth.
And believing my own reality of red roses and white rabbits.
There where once was a vital organ, pulsing with life,
is now a hole, deeper and darker then ever before.

You stole my hart, I'd like something in return.......

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2 Comments:

At 1:22 PM, Anonymous Arjan said...

now now ..don't go all mushy on us!

back to 40K pretty plix

 
At 1:37 PM, Blogger E-bean said...

damn, you're growing soft!

 

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