The heart rotting from within,
as if a vessel is now empty.
The soul shattered from inside,
as if a glass window in dabris.
The torn being that's bleeding,
as if en brochetted by an arrow.
The weakened soul that's stranded,
as if the passage is too narrow.
The emotions that drape,
as if curtains soon to be falling.
The love that wanes,
as if a full moon is changing.