Second stage is anger,
Palpitations send shock waves through clenched fists
Where Pride bleeds unrequited pain,
Unable to slash the severed cord.
Second stage is painfully hilarious,
False reconciliation mending irreparable hearts
Just to cleave through them all over again,
Dispensing the resent tenfold.
Second stage is foolishness
Hoping to heal through retaliation
To administer pain to other by hurting self
Second stage is Panic! yelling “Death of a bachelor”,
But Billy Talent whispers, ” “It’s a lonely road to absolution… and we must walk alone.”
Paramore convinces “my heart beats for you”, clamoring that “you are the only exception”,
But Fall Out Boy blatantly states that “my heart is the worst kind of weapon.”
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?