virile pain.

Dawn to dusk
Thoughts layer one on top of the other,
Creating a shroud of memories
Covering the remnants of a broken heart.

A soul trapped in the webs of love
Grapples for freedom
Only to find itself more entwined
In the evil pangs.

A tear rises and drowns
The last traces of hope
Lingering around the numbed crevices
Of a dejected mind.

Love or something like it
Can kill without killing!
Ask his deceased feelings
That tell truth
playing peek-a-boo
In the macho cast
Over the face of a shattered dream.