Lonliness

When you pierce a lonely heart,
it does not bleed
for it hath no love to flow
The desolate chambers from which compassion past heed
Have been preserved in its shriveled state.
Sheathed from empathy, sympathy and the like
Plagued by selfishness and jealousy
It weighs unused in the hollowed out space of its owner's chest
the warm rays of companionship can not pierce the darkness here
Like an illness, the lonely heart rejects the company
It does not, can not, recognize what companionship is,
For it can not miss what it has never had.
When you pierce a lonely heart
It does not bleed
For misery is the only thing is knows.