he can feel it echo through his veins,
tragedy was written in his fathers blood.
(and his fathers blood before him.)
he can feel it break his lungs apart
sometimes love can not hold things together.
(sometimes love is not enough.)
he can feel it tremor sadness too his hands
sometimes lovers can only be that.
(not made for time, not made for love.)
to fall for the heartless is a certain type of spite that perhaps only the gods can revel in