With Love In A Knife

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about smoking, hope, death and finding love in hate.

Submitted: October 13, 2009

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Submitted: October 13, 2009



If you ever hated someone then you have hated yourself.
Go out into the car park and burn all your wealth.

It all means something; but what does it mean?
Good, Bad, Nothing; every which way that you lean.

Have you ever been lost and looked with love at a blade.
And wondered at the dent in your palm you have made.

He said that true freedom is the loss of all hope.
It is the worthless meaning in smoking fags and dope.

A bath, a bottle and some pills it'll be breezy.
If you're gonna kill yourself don't make it fast or easy.

Jump again and again from a wall or take a thousand cuts.
Don't make it easy for everyone who thinks that you're nuts.

People think their life is in a rut but the rut is their life.
Have you ever seen yourself with love in a knife.

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