A walking shell,
Wielding a partial heart.

Words torment,
His beautiful mind.

Your love,
Once his oxygen.
He's now gasping for air.

His confidence,
Is naught.

Mirrors,
Reflect only his faults.

Insanity,
Repetition of the impossible.

So let me love you.

While you dismantle my soul,
Once more.



-Tré