a young man of expressive frame

within a box and dressed in black

without a chance to be the same

the wheels turn no turning back

conceding to feel warmth once more

approach reluctantly unfair

beyond the safety of the door

pretending they no longer care

in loss oblique and force dramatic

acting until pain is drowned

repeating now on automatic

silence lost nobody found

ends now looping to beginning

the blade is twisted and withdrawn

to restart with no hope of winning

chance regained despair reborn