wind rushes past
they were running so fast
then sprawled on the grass
pulses rush
with the thrill of the crush
the thrill of being alone
on the run
the only two under the sun
then one was left
face down and broken
his heart but a token
for the others pleasure
tears were shed
and lies were led
mistakes were made
all for his sake
then he was saved
still he raved
with the pent up tragedy
the new lover found his heart
and gasped at the marks
it was eaten by darkness like sharks
and he set to fix it
just when he thought
he might be through
the only thing the first could do
was destroy his work
the prior showed his spite
by being in sight
and breaking the fragile man once more
then left him on the floor
once to run
he'd do it again
this time from both
not from the his mother instead
he might as well be dead

so the story as he has said.