To find ones love
does not love one back
is a horrid fate
trying to smile
becomes harder
with each passing day
the love felt
by one and not another
hurts more than
a thousand wounds
the darkness beacons

Doest thou wish upon mine head
a pain worse than death itself
in its most terrible glory
the light that shines so true
so true the wish unto thee
the wish of thine happiness
happiness spilléd o'er unto me
unabsorbed by mine unyeilding guilt
guilt as a belovéd once lost
found and lost ere again
in the space o' less a day
tears open wounds left fest'ring
wounds that pain the death
the death that approaches