The husk of a former man
His eyes sunken into his skull
His face set in stone
All emotions null

His heart detached from his body
His soul watching with disdain
But he'll let neither back inside
They've caused him so much pain

Non-existant remorse
His peers wondering why
Nice guys finish last
He doesn't know why he tried

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 388 AF.