Disintegrating Form

A figure once whole, now shatters like glass, Fractured and fading, as the light passes. A moment's beauty, lost in the haze, Leaving behind only the faintest of traces. The lines that bound, now broken and worn, The edges blur, as the form is torn. Yet, in the fragments, a truth is revealed, A beauty that lies, in the broken and concealed. The red glow, a heart that still beats, A pulse that remains, where the rest retreats. In the decay, a story unfolds, Of a life that was, and a future that's told. The shards of a soul, like diamonds bright, Reflecting the light, of a fading light.