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the blade is twisted and withdrawn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