Cursed be my heart for it knows not how to
hate you. Always understanding, always
forgiving, it wages a tiresome battle
within me. The battleground lies
deep within, harboring guardians who once
defeated my enemies but will never rise to defend
me again.
Just as the dark night veils its light
behind a blanket of black, so too will my
heart become hidden. Lost to the efforts
of others as they try to take hold of its
reigns; as if to harness the faithfulness
of one last never-ending love that I might
give.
Now my love, lead my heart to the field of
execution and let it die there a slow and
painful death. At least once dead, my heart
will cease to hurt and my eyes will no
longer cry. For my love, it is you alone I
love, good-bye.