"Say a requiem for the broken hearted
Those still living yet clearly departed
They walk among us in a hollow husk,
Ignoring the grave that's claimed to their soul
Ignoring the stench of their sorrowful musk
Ignoring that they will never be one and whole
What is it to love, but to want
What is it to love, but to desire
And what is pain, a physical affront
To that of being unwanted, a soul fire
Gristly broken bones and rent flesh
Congealing blood and organs still fresh
Shattered bodies and living dead
Sweet sweet agony come to a head
One and all a meager pain
Compared to that which I reign
Broken bones may be set amend
Flesh re-knit with time to spend
Blood be brewed fresh anew
Organs shoved back within you
Time may best all wounds
All physical aches and pains
But even against the entropic hound
This agony will never wane
To have loved and lost is a mercy. To never love at all is bliss. To know love, and to know it will never be reciprocated, is to be a corpse yet still breathing."