I have found a means to numb myself

To remove what confounded heart is left

For if what remains of it should break

All meaning in my breath will melt and I pray

Nothing will matter but my rage and hatred

...and I suppose what remains of myself

Removed? I fear it is a monster with nothing

To prove... A one eyed thing, a furious storm,

Hell bent to return what pain given / laid to rest.

No love remains if the only gift left is death...