I carved it deep in my shattered heart—
I wasn’t a creature to be loved.
Yet deep beneath, I sense a fear:
The fear of my own beloved.
Am I destroyed, or merely ill?
Is there a cure for what I feel?
But is it not ambiguous,
This life I lived so tenebrous?
I shall reincarnate, with whole heart
After receiving a panacea.
Yet I will be still alone—
Thus, it is and thus will it be.