i will hand you your heart which i will so gracelessly rip from your heaving chest i pondered in candlelit lethargy i grieved as the wax melted knowing tomorrow i must hurt you who i hold dear as an ancient myth held true to its people you who i knew but a moment but what a moment as though touching the darkening hue of the night sky and forsaken stars for the first time together and alone we came to swim in each other s minds independent still one now i must be rid of you forever is a choice made by both father time is dreaming of fog rising and moonsets these we cannot see again through a reflective cyclopean gaze nothing good for me nothing is good but for you one day there will be no one at all with whom to talk speak or boast by no fault with no blame but with one hundred points of pain don t forget cannot forget nothing was good no future smile politely at the blind have i known hate indifference in a skincloak of anger or love in purity goddess the torment the weak talk of strength the strong speak with sympathy the wise thus said nothing for none know the real truth the strong need and the wise know it when stabbed endless times all vessels are cut and the heart will lumber with death the mind becomes stricken with sickly pallor and will usher in hate will the blade sayeth please i wish not to dive into your flesh when all are gone infinite dirge a life in inferno s anguish my tears ever stream and will they run separately from my blood will it be this and now 