Written in a drunken rage

I have given my all, my heart, my love, my affections,
And gotten nothing in return.

Perhaps the cold hearted bastards are really better off, when they wreck havoc on their prey and care not for the the fall out.

But no, I am destined to have a heart and a soul and thus bound by the rules of them both.

So many times, so many nights have passed when I have yearned and cried for the consolation that I so seek in futility.

So many times have I loved and lost out to the whims and selfishness of so many. I guess it is time to wreck havoc of my own.