What's left?

Left are the sediments
the remains of what we had
carcasses of what we once bore

Devoured in the hunger of desires
forgotten in the forests of blames
withered by the accused shames

Left are the words we would say
and that day
the violins will cry
but the tears will dry

Strangers we'll pretend
move on as they say
or shall I say move away?

Left are these lies
the ties on a razor edge
craving to burn,break
sooner they might take

Would we be free in life now
or bound by it??