A man's heart paralysis,
Has only one catalyst—
When he gives his strong, beating heart
To a girl with a deadly dart.

She’ll push him away,
Leave him out like a stray.
She thought she was sparing him pain,
Hoping he'd love again one day.

Years go by—
He still can’t deny,
His mind stays haunted,
She’s all he ever wanted.

So the riddle now goes:
When a lover turns foe,
What drives the last nail in the coffin?
It’s the woman he was lost in.

Now here he lies,
In a room full of saddened sighs.
She walks through the parlor doors,
Tears crashing to the floor.

Aching at the last goodbye,
Knowing she caused this man to die.

C.K. Orzen