I knocked on your heart's door
Asking you to let me in
You opened it only to spit in my face and stick a knife in my chest -
To make sure I never come back.
Later, you look out and see me as I struggle to my feet -
And you call out to me, "How are you?"
Cruelty, thy name is the human male.
Picture details: shot at the National Monument using my point&shoot Canon PowerShot SX100IS. f/4.0, 1/200sec, focal length: 6.7 mm, ISO 100.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Trampled, maybe. Hurt, absolutely. Moving on, most definitely.
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2 comments:
Nice!
Hey Oliver - what a pleasant surprise. Thanks for dropping by. Do come back again soon. :), Faz
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