Zitat von navre am 7 Januar, 2006, 0910 Uhr

As Requested, A poem reserved for few People.....But I suppose I shall post it all the same.

Almost perfect

Twist it, yank it, stab it, it feels no pain.
Yell, scream, mock and deface it, it feels no pain
It’s an amorphous shape with a titanium skin
Find the crack rusted shut a seemly scab,
If only by accident
Poke at it with seeds of innuendo, see it doubt
Lay open the wound with words of doubt and
Misshapen thought, see it falter
Lay further the hole with speed of thought and
Further doubt, see it crumble
The rusted wound, the one spot to falter
The weak link in its emotional amour
Found by accident laid purposely with doubt
It falters
To the void drifting slowly , down the spiral