To those who die a failure.

You imprinted your love on reputation and died in misery.

The tragedy of your life is not forgotten by me however.

Only the fact that you died is a haunting mystery,

that I don’t know where your soul is,

because I could always see it in your eyes,

but life has left you and,

I want to know, I want to know where your soul has traveled,

when you leave, life suddenly becomes silent horror.