
Fractured heart beats in unnatural rhythm,
Recklessly sure that what it had felt was big-
Frail seemed strong, brief- enduring, empty fling like true love-
Gone, like the snap of a twig.
Sold soul-- Who would judge when it was for love?
Deceived that surely redemption would be there-
Yet anguishes in hell with glittery illusions:
Now tormenting ghosts that tear.