Hard-hearted lurches
As the night flutters on,
cursed by the seekers of
righteousness and justice
because they believe it to
the mask for the blameworthy,
I hail it, wrapping it around me.
I am blamed, condemning words
spit into my face, yet I sweep
it of without a second thought.
Walking through the shadows
I scorn the just, the courages cowards.
They believe me atrocious?
Vicious and vile? I can only
shake my head and dismiss them.
So I smirk as my eyes glisten,
believe to feel nothing
as my heart lurches.
All this convincing,
they think me hard-hearted
But I care
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| Auteur: Tinne Verbeek | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 maart 2005 | ||
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