The show.

I am an actor

of low nobility-

keeping up pretence.

When he flew away,

a hole is born.

One no loving man

could ever fill.

She loved me very much so;

her trust and faith in me

two I desperately desire

died with his departure.

I have lost one

here and there

A knife they entrusted me,

and with it, I slit their hearts.

They bleed, and I was scarred.

Guilt and faith

are at war.

I am a failing actor-

please pretend with me, that

I am okay.

So, how did I do?