He needed someone to fight for him,
But he ended up fighting for himself.
Years flew and so he grew,
Out of everything else,
He became the shadow of something that could have been,
While the haunting memories of yesterdays went in flames,
Along with the burning pictures,
which once made his heart rage like an erupting volcano.
With the taste of his own tears caught under his lips,
He sat in disarray,
Helplessly gazing at those flickering flames,
Turning efforts, promises, sacrifices and joys,
Into nothing more,
but mere ashes.
As the wind blew passed his ears and the smoke blinded his sights,
He felt like a part of him had just died.
He smirked as he knew… He’d never be the same again.