There is nothing left.
Even the ashes of love
have scattered
in the storm
of your screaming rage
Even the shadow
of my devotion
has been devoured
by the darkness
in your eyes.
There is nothing left,
yet here I am.

You think
My smooth face
Means I'm calm, but
Inside
everything
is screaming
All
the broken pieces
Are wailing
A chorus
Of panic
Because of you