You went into this world wide open
They fucked you up, took your heart, laughed at your love
trampled on your diamonds
Neaver heard your cries, Your tears were silver linings
Of a cloud in the afternoon sky, silently falling on
Bloodstained ground like
Butterflies on lillies (butterflies don’t die)
Here’s your chance, so take this
Torn, distorted self and fly
The sublime flight of ugliness
The monster they turned you into wouldn’t bite
They dug your beauty a grave but
Before they could close it you rose
Insideoutsidein - stop being a ghost.
Jan Schoenmakers, Cape Girardeau, 3.3.2005
Anmerkung von Ephemere:
Auch psychische Gewalt ist Gewalt!
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