O woe, this heart,
t'is still broken,
can thee still hurt?

O woe, these eyes,
t'is still wet,
can thee still see?

O woe, these hands,
t'is still numb,
can thee still feel?

O woe, this body,
t'is still dead,
can thee still live?

Woe, woe, woe,
Is thee destined,
to live a life,
which is it not,
but just a half?

I know I haven't written anything in a long while hahaha, but here's a little something eh? Bye, off to bed now