Scar wild

Each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard.
Some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word.
The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword.

Some kill their love when they are young, some when they are old.
Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold.
The kindest use a knife because, the dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long, some buy and other sell.
Some do the deed with so many tears, and some without a sigh.
For each man kills the thing he loves, yet each man does not die.

Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves by GAVIN FRIDAY • WORDS by OSCAR WILDE


  1. Anonymous said...
    Oh the great Oscar Wilde, the great Virgin Prune!
    Love this song. Haven't heard it for a long long time. Thanks, man!
    Bon said...
    Yes, each man does not die. He always survives!
    Bird said...
    From time to time I come here to listen to this music. It's fantastic and makes me dream of something I don't know. Thank you!

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