Cryptic shells of smoke
Billow out of my pyre
As I stand pale faced
A ghost of my past

Her dead eyes haunting me
The last words before farewell
"We will meet again"
"But I do not love you"

Sickened and wilted
Inhaling the bittersweet poison
Flowing down her cheeks
It almost forced me to stay

Sacrificed, eviscerated love
Left a rotting corpse
A hollow cast
My holocaust...