Losing her was hell, the fire never died out,
ages later he still battled with the flames
for she'd dug deeper than a first cut should
and deracinating her evidently left a bruise
whose healing became an immense doubt.
By one whom he supposed was a blessing he was cursed
losing her redefined him for the worst
The flames endlessly conflagrated until he got addicted
to the volcanic infernos of his unmet desire...
and with eyes that had run out of tears
as all were shed through the instantaneous years,
he endured insomniac nights, battling his demons and monsters
with melancholic songs as a source of sermons and bolsters
but when he could fight no more the darkness his mind did think
he spewed it on paper in ink, if he couldn't find a hard drink
for like his liver, his Heart had no more room for all else but pain
and as a result, he neither forgave the past nor loved again…