You won in the tug of war of hatred. I have lost all ropes of hope. There I was weaving every thread and there you were cutting them altogether. What an irony! You gave me an elixir for my physical scars and then gave me another scar on my heart by leaving my soul, forlorn waiting for the death to knock my doors. Your promises were nothing but sorcery that showed me the direction of grave. The eyes once you loved are filled with tears of blood, the voice you admired utters none but silence, the hands you warmed are now cold like December and the heart that was once alive hangs like lifeless leaf of Autumn alone.