HOW MUCH FOR THE LOVE THAT IS THE DEATH GAME a poem from SUITE: LSD, Acid Poetry by satnrose



how much will you pay for the ruler of life how much for the love that
is the death game how much to make it stop that I am the same as me
does not necessarily follow and if luck is a fire how much for it now
and how much for my head hooked in the perplexity of the hallucination
that you think that all we want of the heat is the haze of confusion how
much for time the last time my heart had elbowroom I forgot about the
time I found me of me I found how much most of what follows behind
me and that was a scary time I am not so smart that I know my center I
am not so brave that I walk the walk it is difficult to be something that's
never been tried how much for the fearless one I would want to be when
the thing becomes hot then she is cool it does not have to be no all the
time I took every bit of responsibility that was the fatal mistake the cause
of which was that I did not read the signal but went ahead and did it anyway


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