Peter Manton

Giving Up

Time has run out, all hope is lost.
It’s time to move on, for my blood hath cost.

My life, run short, but these memories remain.

Passed on through heaven and hell,
I hope that one day you may see…

This life, this love, a lie that be.

What was once here, has withered away.
Just like yourself and for this you will pay.

Cast down upon hell,
the stench on death hath paralysed my sanity.

There’s on going back, what’s one is done.
These memories hath fade away,
my love is no longer seen,
What was once here… What could have been…