Thursday, January 21, 2010

How I felt when she died in Braveheart

The only way I can express these complex emotions is by writing a really amazing poem:

slashed cleanly like a frozen river
through a snowy mountain basement
love found nay love lost
in the day's deadest night
contemptuous confusion constantly conscribing
all from the silent slash
of one frozen blade.

Yeah man, that's how I felt.

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