All Poem by Michael Murphy

all this blood, all these tears..
all this pain from all these years
all my love all turned to hate
reverse the curse... it's much too late
all the hope.. all the dreams..
all the echoes of my screams...
all the scars.. all.. all these fears
all the pieces... i hold so dear
all the lust... all the trust
all the good that turned to rust
all the words.. has gone unheard
all the innocence became disturbed
all the promises all the lies
all the nightmares and tear stained eyes
all the waste.. all the shame
all the sorrow and how its drains
all the wrong and all sin
all the empty-ness within
all the betrayal from all my friends
all the ways to make it end