8 March 2013
It was just your hand, Lacerated by hatred, Envy, jealousy, A concealed weapon, But it could have been Your heart, Your life taken in a moment, And how would I have Carried on without you? They stitched you up, Made good, You say you're fine, But somewhere inside I'm still bleeding.
[Woke up this morning to the news that Johnny was stabbed last night in the hand whilst defending himself. He's fine, had a few stitches, but it could have been a lot worse]
Stabbed • Opuss № I