In the hollows of a heart once flush and bright,

Lies a withered husk, devoid of light.

Darkness, Where a fierce heart once beat,

Betrayal’s bitter frost marksa fatal defeat.

Pulse slowed to a murmur, the beats now fray,

Each thump a reminder of love's decay.

Trust, like autumn leaves, crumbles to dust,

Promises once whispered, now lost to rust.

The heart, a relic of a flame snuffed out,

Shrinks into the shadows, wrapped in its doubt.

With every echo of its former cries,

A piece falls away, and slowly dies.

Betrayed and abandoned, left to erode,

A tale of a heart on its final road.