Like a Child

He was often thinking that she loved him less now
Why did she cry in silence, he said he still cared
With every tear that fell from her eyes
were the last pieces of him, falling from the sky
When she had stopped weeping, she knew her love was dead
He used to watch the candle, in his room, burn into a pool
Still not believing  he smiled at his photographs
They were so happy then, why not now?
Like a child he cried and his fists beat the walls
The blood splattered wallpaper glistened in the dying candle
A messy heap, he quivered and sobbed his heart out
A messy heap, quivered and sobbed his heart out
When he awoke she had gone........