After already knowing I was dying

Of a figurative "broken heart",

I've come to find I'm also dying

Of a literal broken heart

Yet, though of course I'm sad,

I find that I am also glad.

After all, to go on living is too painful

On this worldly "veil of tears".

I've come to know I'm too painful

On this earthly veil of tears;

Yet, though I am not sad enough to care,

I know that I am glad to be this aware.

For after having run with the wolves,

I'm tired enough to rest for ever.

Now that I'm through howling with the wolves,

I'm sure it's time not to waver

From my resolve to vacate this suffering,

Sure of the desire to leave behind all answering.