I can stroke your crumbling skin
And feel the blood throbbing within
Your life, it seems, is being spilled
From unfirm veins; pallid and chilled
You've been since she stopped loving you
Your warmth and sweetness told the truth.
But now, you sit, and stare, unmoving.
Misery to you is soothing.
My lonely tears can't buy you grace;
I watch you slowly waste away.