By Rsd   roydoron@rocketmail.com
Date: 16 December 1998

When Love Dies

When love dies, a beast is thrashing
It's talons cutting up your insides, tearing your flesh.
Bleeding you in a way only you can can see or feel

When love dies, you wake up every morning 
more alone than ever before.
You spend your life hoping for it to end
Never realizing that someday it will

Then one day you awake, and for the first
time in a while 
You smile

For you realize that love is finally dead

And you understand that you are finally 
Free