my heart cleaves itself open;
to pour forth the blood of grief.
Tears forever falling like molten lead,
weighing down my soul lost into darkness;
of a lonely hell of mine own deserving.
My love freely given to be returned not,
all desires revealed never to be realized;
grief overwhelms all passions ever felt.
All good dreams unravel into nothing,
every good hope is torn asunder;
I walk into that which is given: Silence.
