Diplocardia
One of his hearts
Is always breaking
The other burns with rage
For the ones
He couldn't save
Beating a murderous rhythm
When the time comes to kill
It is the calm
A leading band of clouds
Before
In the heart of
The Oncoming Storm
Pity wells within
Even for those
Beyond mercy
No second chances
That sort of man
Human emotions
Alien manner
Lonely and lost
Last of his kind
Left alone
By all his friends
Heartsbreak
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The lines in bold were orignally on the right side of the page, and the italicized ones on the left. The bold and italicized lines belonged in the middle. But that proved impossible to replicate online.