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you have to love something
It doesn't make sense to live so long and not spill
some blood taking a chance
love is what keeps old ghost's haunting me at night
love is the pain that lets me know my soul is still alive
lying beneath broken tombstones makes for nameless authors
who write volumes upon tainted soil
of love ,broken hearts and tragedies
words from poets who have paid the price 
with no absolution for the sins that have been ingested
beware demons are within walls of the confessional 
waiting to hear of your sin
of love I find myself waiting for the wish I never cast into the well... afraid I would lose it
and yet I did 
 you would think after all these years the pictures of her I carry in my mind would fade 
 it's a tragedy to turn into poetry
you have to love something
It doesn't make sense to live so long and not spill
some blood taking a chance
I have spilled more than my share of blood 
to no avail