Tuesday, October 11, 2005
On the Battlefield
What is wrong and what is right? Are there still any standard answers for this ultimate question? This is a battle. I am standing in the middle of the field with my weapons on my back. My lover is my greatest enemy. My enemy is my beloved lover. Just like Penthesilea and Achilles. In the end she killed him and ate his heart. Eventhough it meant that she also ate her own heart at the very moment. So she died when he died.
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I've been dying slowly from the inside to the outside, since the day you left. But I'm not entirely dead yet. There's still some hope left in me somewhere.
Did you listen to my song?
What am I gonna do.mp3
And here, the lyrics!
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