In shadows of the night, he roams alone, Haunted by memories, his heart of stone. Once entwined in love's tender embrace, Now shattered dreams leave but a trace.

Echoes of laughter, now silent and cold, In the depths of his soul, anguish untold. Her absence a weight he cannot bear, A ghostly presence, a constant despair.

Through sleepless nights, he seeks reprieve, Yet solace eludes him, he cannot retrieve. Each passing day, a relentless fight, Against the grip of longing, so tight.

The echo of her voice, the scent of her hair, A cruel reminder, a wound laid bare. He longs to break free, to find release, Yet bound by chains of love's decease.

Oh, how he yearns for a fleeting peace, But the grip of heartache will not cease. For in her absence, he finds no rest, His tortured soul, forever distressed.

And so he wanders, lost and alone, In the vast expanse of love's unknown. For her temporary pleasure, he pays the toll, His eternal struggle, a heartache untold.

Your temporary pleasure has become my eternal damnation