My wounds are handmade
Wrenched by the loss of love
A heartless muse
To inspire my agony
A wail arises
From an unknown enemy
Whipped with leater
Torn with the sword
Flesh and sinew exposed
Eyes mad with fever
He thrases at my feet
Cleaving for some
Unshared mercy
I feel for him
But my pain is more than his
So I only gaze on
Reaping my silent revenge
In a vain attempt
To mend my heart