"My heart was last seen in between a stone and a sword. No reward for my heart being gored. You walk in the path of my blood like my pain became your flood. Tragedy plagues me, in reality. My loss is being causing me to be....many things that I can not see. Apparently, I am dead unless....you confess. Who was the killer near my body's love nest? Confess!" Poem of love lost that seems like the end of life by me! Take care, lovers!