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First poem written in 2003, thus the 03' above the poems title.
The second half was written in 2007, under the influence of methadone and klonopins.



On Pills '03


"All Love Dies"

The sun rises, the sun falls.
Goodness in few, evil nests in all.
Always confusion and sorrow.
Not caring if they'll be a tomorrow.
Day stole away from me by the night again.
I smile at the blackness of the sky and the chill of the wind.
I turn away from the starless skies,
and look into my lover's eyes.
A kiss on the cheek I give him.
Then I leave him for the flies.
Tonight I put an end to all lies,
an end to them, when my lover dies.


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With razor blades and knives,
I sever every connection I could of had with their lives.
But I’m afraid you see; I’ve once heard that,
“All love dies, and rosy lips must spill lies."
She also said, "that only pain can be trusted,
words beget lies and love becomes rusted.”
Now you know why I trust this metal stimuli;
no confused relations that involve that necessary lie.
The lie we all tell ourselves and one another, to stay comfortable and sane.
But are we all too blind to see? It’s oh, so plain.
Who are you but another’s puppet, one who acts to satisfy another;
and by doing so losing touch with yourself.
Some play the role of the seductress, the romantic, the whore of the puppet.
Now look, ah, ha we’re but a strumpet.
So I play. I play with my toys that cannot lie;
I play softly though, dare I wish to die.
With razors and knives, I cut every tie that should have held us together.
The shoes were right,
but the laces were trite.
So with my metal stimuli I play,
until that careless day.
I realize my lips were speaking lies,
and the blades cut too deep and this is when the boy dies.

“All love dies...”