Love
The problem with love
Is that it was given to humanity.
We take something beautiful,
And replace it with insanity.
It starts off fun,
Then kicks back like a gun
I didn’t know it before,
But it’s love that was killing me.
Love is the killer of man.
Not money, power, or greed.
I was told that love in this life,
Is the one thing that I need.
This wasn’t true,
This “love” left me blue.
It shattered my heart,
And didn’t leave me a piece.
Now as i sit here
With a gun in my lap.
I recall upon this “love”
I so desperately had to have.
With a bang
The gun shot rang.
And my loveless body
Falls to the floor with a crash.