Give Up

by Paul Crabtree   Dec 28, 2006


Doom is but the end of life,
and a door to all anew.
The blade hangs above your head,
the string holding has no cue.
The scissors are to cut the string and when you let them go,
the dagger falls, the fall to the ground tells,
That your life is now in hell.

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