Sweet Death

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Sweet Death

love you are a lier to me
and why are your words pure pain

love what kind of word are you
you are represented by a heart
when all you did was break mine

the pain you give me
the tears i shed for you
the false beauty i see in you
and death the only relife to me

ah, death how i await you embrace
your sweet, sweet kiss
the same kiss of relife
to end that so hated word

love, love, oh how i hate your lies
your false promises
oh leave me, love, leave me
and let me wait for sweet death


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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)

Superman’s Poems (3)

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