Sunday, October 30, 2005

I. opportunity makes a killer

during that one hour
that doesn't exist

when anything is possible,
when I wouldn't get caught

I'd drive with a frantic speed
140 km West
in the pitch black night
to take her away

from the sickness and grief she lives in

I'd rob her by force if it came to it
(I would off him propably anyway, just 'cause I could)
-- I'd burn down the house)
I wouldn't care;
because during the hour
that doesn't exist
I wouldn't get caught
for murder

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