With Him In Hand

Inside this shell
I shake, I stir
with no escape
of that I'm sure.

Sealed by fate
by hate, no less.
My crime, my plight
I must confess.

I loved, I lived
I took it all.
You stopped to wait
and watch me fall.

A friend, but now
a foe indeed.
Your tricks your lies
I failed to heed.

I blame myself,
this burdens here
to drain my pride,
and douse my fear.

Just walk away,
be gone, depart
with him in hand,
but leave my heart.

Its shattered pieces
blown through weather.
To fall upon who, though,
to put back together?