My heart is broken, torn to shreds,
Fragments scattered, dreams lie dead.
Sadness pierces, sharp and deep,
A shadowed soul that longs to weep.

No hopes remain, just cold despair,
A silent ache fills empty air.
The fleeting light breaks on the sea,
A distant whisper calling me.

Yet in this night, though darkness reigns,
Must I seek a prosthetic heart again?
To stir my soul, to mend the seams,
To breathe new life into my dreams.

To eclipse the agony, heal the scars,
Rekindle hope beneath the stars.
Can hearts remade still play their part,
And find new strength—a prosthetic heart?