Love Kills All

Dean Mulligan

15 Feb, 2015 12:36 PM
Love is a rope.

A rope for when you fall down
the deepest, darkest
cracks of life 
and it becomes your lifeline
to everything good.

When the person you share that rope with
drops it and 
you are left alone,
the golden rope tangles itself into
a black noose.

It slithers around your neck
and ties the knot of 
life and death.

The love-snake kills again,
love conquers all
for it has won once more.

The noose tightens. 
You fight the natural urge to 
throw the snake from your neck,
love takes your final breath from you.

Happy Valentine's Day.
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