Broken lines submerge their own abysm.

'His eyes were like a pair of turquoises,which I didn't inherit. With a particular mix of shiny and gloomy, like if they just survived daily, yet regretting most things lived. He did not recognize me,of course, I should have expected that. 
Broken does lead to broken,which leads just to broken, which leads to broken...
Those broken lines should be left to extinguish alone. Like a fire left to burn for nobody and seen by nobody, and die in the middle of an empty land in the night.'