The cracks /on my statue/

It starts off so innocent and sweet,
The heart is prime and ready.
This feeling is rocking my feet,
I can keep this going steady...
So I thought.

Now, there's no us.
We were united,
Like I am now with Bacchus.
The first cracks have been sighted.
/They lie at the ankles./

I thought I could keep you,
But I guess I was wrong.
The trees and seas have lost their hue.
How long will I be able to keep strong?
I see few more cracks I haven't noticed before.
/they climb to my hips/

I've been through this before,
But why does this one hurt so much?
I'm  the ruins everyone will ignore.
Is this the gods settling the score?
I am now down to a crutch, but for how long?
/silently, but painfully, they slither to my shoulders, and I finally crumble down/

I was once solid as stone,
Now I'm only crumbled rocks.
Where has my hope flown?
Away, never to return.
Where are the hawks,
O Promethius?
Surely your tragic fate I shall live,
Till these pieces erode away.

/Round my neck they go, and now my face.
Deformed beyond description,
Like a statue to the fallen.
To know the fallacy,
Just read the inscription.
But know, that the only one that knows the truth,
Is the statue itself./