At the moment it was the same 

the perfect scenario, fitting in 

the life of two to become one


it’s shattered like class dropped 

it hits the floor broken, pieces

silence is its form


the wage of the prize 

is not love but payment 

for the life, the material. 


no end just punishment,

payment has to made 

or the payment will not 

be due.


Soul where are you?

why did you leave?

I have a little left 

but the world does not



The facade, the mask

the act of nothing 

is my punishment 

for things twice done

to me.


no mention of that

you greedy shell.

what of the broken,

shattered of what you



you were to mend it 

why didn’t’ you?

The vow is only words

 you killed it.


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