Doorframe hinges hang off-kilter

Insides bleached out like roadkill

Flown from its cage it decays in the ditch

Glass glimmering with no more to give

The chassis upturned, the gavel unfazed

A second split longing for eternity

The flames of ignition, of passion, of pain

Catch on the octane, the inane, the rain

Now the spirits half extinguished

And the lives full exhausted

Stand without witness or cross-examination

For when there remains no more to give

The remains speak volumes and nobody wins