• I am the whole.
    There is no one but me alone.
    My half is already my own.

    I hate this uneven throb.
    I feel nothing but to sob.
    I am alone on this globe.

    My heart, it aches
    My lungs remain impaired
    While my head is unaware.

    I was never attached
    I was no more than the target
    Of unaware attacks

    I am alone
    With no one of my own
    Forever left to roam

    My being is whole
    But my heart wishes to bestow upon me
    A man with a soul.