He stares at the flawless porcelain

The love only he has, a hopeless wish

It has become a pleasure just to look at her

What else could a humane heart ask for?

Will he ever know?

The white mask has begun to crack

A voluntary act to make the pain last longer

The perfection in her face is breaking away

As the pieces shatter around

His pupils dilate to the sound of broken glass

The fog barely allows him to see

Everything he once refused to believe.