A story that changed a dozen foundations
Were that of you and your character assassinations
Whoever was chosen to be destroyed
Ended up nothing but a void
One day a poor heart fell for thee
While they did hope to be free
To love
To hurt
To feel
To live
Though, nothing was short of dismay
From that single day
Like a skill from your own design
Came an end to an emotional bloodline
As you begged and pleaded
They were nothing but depleted
For when you felt that love back
They already had died from a heart attack.