We sat at the breakfast table alone

All guests had left to tend their active lives

Silhouettes fading where Silence had grown

Nestled in the shame she sometimes contrives

If I could have only found the right words

I would have left you in your suffering

Fear had divided my heart into thirds

One part in love, and mindless fluttering

The next was hatred, for my own weakness

And overwhelming insecurity

My own life faced me, sodden with bleakness

Searching for your absent morality

Hunting within you for a soul to touch

I let myself and my self esteem down

To cling to you instead, a broken crutch

A cold monster with eyes the deepest brown