And I know we were supposed to meet, for what painful reason ever.
Reanimation.
Exhuming my affinity, filling up cautious, not to spill my anger, my hate and my insecure demand.
Recreation.
I know I am supposed to be with you. I always was, because I always wanted to. And now I am, here and all I feel is the blow of the witch´s hammer.
Open heart surgery.
Keep your fucking hands steady!
