murder

the bombs that fall and kill and
half kill

love on its knees screaming and
bloodied

love in the madhouse

I knew that she was lying to me

I knew that I was a sex machine
and that any other
could replace me

I felt that she was lying
but I wanted to believe

so along with her body
I believed   her words

now love is on its knees
bloodied and screaming
again

tricked again

the bombs that fall and
half kill and kill and
kill.

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