My fragile eyes are in shattered pieces,
wasted, and scattered along the floors.
I lost everything the moment I lost her;
as she eventually closed the doors.

I can't cry hard enough for these salty tears,
she ate my heart out, without revealing regrets,
but I will still crawl upon these tunnels,
(if this can only lead me to the exit).

We used to be on our good, better and best,
but all were buried to bad, worse and worst,
and these graffiti attached on my walls
are trying to convey the past (my mind always recalls).