Thursday, January 28, 2010

Tickling

I´m running out of ways
to make you feel the pain
I could hit you by car
but you would only laugh

And ask for more

You are never serious,
because nothing ever hurts
You are so deaf, so numb

Only thing that still gets through is the pain

And it only tickles

I could kill you
and look you in the eyes
But I couldn´t find any feelings there

You are already kind of dead

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