just  like me to keep hoping
that maybe you'll come around
nurturing wishful thinking
keeps my feet on the ground
I remain intact  by knowing
that somebody  thinks of me
keep warm up in these memories
and find warmth  in my misery
Too many broken moments
Gudgeon of bereavement
None of these troubles spoken
My secluded achievement
While it wont make sense
Where my passion went
ask yourself if You had part
Of killing my ardor from the start
Destroying my being like some personal war
Changing me, scar for scar
Sternly going way too far, so far
That you made me your mirror of art