from the doodle pad: pickpocket

you pickpocket!
how i loathe you and despise you... for your audacity to crawl into the night
crawling behind my back...
making the best out of my oblivion.
you struck me without me knowing
and took me by surprise.
i fought you, yes, i did
with all the defenses i knew
yet off you went with everything that you stole.
you, pickpocket...
i'm talking to you!
you who i loathe and despise with all that is left of me...
you, pickpocket...
come back...
give me back my heart...
... and i'll never ever wear it on my sleeves again.


09.06.2003