Fall

January 26, 2014

Nothing matters, nothing at all.

Only my rise and then my fall.

Death, hurt all are felt.

A ride on my way to hell.

Tears, loss, all my soul.

She took and consumed me whole.

Nothing is left of my life.

Three cuts down with my knife.

What is hope?

Why do we even try?

All we can do is live.

And then we die.

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