In shadows cast by golden hair,
Eyes of blue, a distant stare.
A man so weary, burdened heart,
Betrayed by love, torn apart.
Trusted souls turned knives in hand,
Left him scarred in desert sand.
Dreams of fading into night,
Yet clings to life with all his might.
He's the social flame, a charming guise,
Yet solitude within belies.
Friends he gathers, bonds he weaves,
But inside, a storm never leaves.
Regrets like echoes fill his mind,
Each memory a painful bind.
Yearning for an end, release,
Yet chained by life, his soul's unease.
A dance of contradictions, he's become,
In this battle, he's succumbed.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, a shattered trust,
A life he yearns to turn to dust.
