The alcohol in your blood told you to be cool <br />So you left your protection goggles at home <br />Shining as a jewel, you broke the home rule <br />You never saw the flying splinters of chrome <br /> <br />While the blood was covering the streets <br />The rockets were still flying high <br />This was indeed the beat of all defeats <br />When you waved goodbye to your missing eye <br /> <br />It was even harder to see the rockets now <br />While hating yourself you searched for direction <br />With tears in the eye, you could only ask ‘How? ’ <br />The protection could have saved your perfection<br /><br />Tommy Mikkelsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying-splinters-of-chrome-t/
