He carefully fulfils requirements,
Though if it is conscious, I know not.
It has not been long since he came from hence,
Yet soon he turns back, leaving me to rot.
Songs fall from his lips, ever so easy,
Seducing me down to my very soul.
My melody falls short; I can not breathe,
I am bereft, left out in the cold.
Leaving, he goes back to his beautiful,
I am left stagnant in average hell.
He will smile as he goes, while I fall
Down, and down, and down, with nothing to tell.
Nothing left in my heart, no story found,
Love which should free has left me only bound.