In shadows deep, I bared my soul, Yet you, a heart of stone, With whispers sweet, you took it all, But left me here alone. Your love's a mask, a hollow guise, A taker in disguise, Your care a fleeting phantom, That never meets my eyes. I stand a beggar at love's gate, While others in you thrive, You shut me out, an empty fate, While I, still half-alive. The world can see your open arms, From which I'm kept away, With cruel precision, you disarm, And mock my heart's decay. In selfish games you flaunt your will, With every barb and leer, You've built your fortress tall and still, Where my cries disappear.