Inside the empty shell
Where I resided for some time
My heart remains scorched
My soul reduced to grime.

I have been left to grieve
With my soul in scattered embers
They are all that is left
Of a love no one remembers.

I am no longer a person
But a shadow on the wall
My very spirit has left;
I'm umperceivable by all.

My voice has escaped my throat
So that I can hardly speak
I'm only capable of a whisper
That is unaudible and weak.

I have become a pile of ashes
The remnants of our old flame
Since the fire of our passion
Became, in your eyes, tame.

My breath disappeared
Into the wind's gentle gust
When our love disentigrated
Into ashes and dust.