Lust to Death

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Lust to Death

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember
Nor will I
Then the almost lust returns
Even then i have nothing against life
Suicide has a special language
Like tool men, we want to know which tools
Several times I have so simply declared myself
I am possessed by the enemy
I have taken on his ability, his image, his craft
I do not think of my body at breaking point
Suicides have already betrayed my body
Dazzled, I couldn't forget a drug so sweet
Death would be a sad bone to pick
Leaving the dead, he mistook and stole a kiss
Something unsaid, and a love that was never
Whatever it was, it is now an infection

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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