a faded shadow crosses these floors
a stumbling figure closes these doors
his tired footsteps echoing the path she took
his angry hands breaking the mirrors; he cannot bear to look
at his own reflection.
The fire he began
has burnt him to the ground
and the heavy, blind ashes they have found
ache for a flame to consume him
a pain to lose him
for someone to choose him
but nobody ever has.
He tries to put back the ripped
pieces of him, but he has stripped
himself to the bone, and the beat
of is heart cannot continue or repeat
so he waits in silent agony
to die for the love that broke his body.