An End

[vishaksagar]

To live hard is to die hard           -   Why?
And you fucking charged           
There was no knot left untied
No fruit that wasn't juiced
No bottle left unpunished
and no spark unused
                                                           -     Very strange rhyming
How many fifths we emptied
Parties we fucked up
Long winter nights of destruction
As Canadian Hunter filled our cups
Roses are flowers, but opium too
You smelled all you could but couldn't see it through
                                                            -         Unclear to me what you are trying to say
Erica my friend it's hard to smile
But you would cry if we were doing anything but that
So we will try to look up
See past the clouds to the sunny blue
You took everything you could from life
So life took everything from you               -          Last 2 lines don't fit well. Like the lines independently though.