First words of a beginning/end

I couldn't remember although it's still so vivid, the pain of heartbreak. Not the kind you see from actors of from stories in your local bookstore. This is the pure sharp infinite pain that continues to run through you; never diluted, never without voice. The pain that sits on top of everything you look at, reminding you, tempting you; inviting you to take revenge.....on yourself. If you survive, you recognize it and avoid the beast lest it decides to devour what is left of you. I let it feast on me several times. The living dead. However , something wasn't right. A separation of heart and soul, in a precious relationship with life. A infinite trench of misery for this beast. Sated with this most devine suffering left behind a rare beauty. What came forth from a blackened veil was the heart that I thought was lost. Forged by pain. The only thing missing was a voice. But with no voice, I chose words. When the beginning words of my ending ignited the first script of a reverie in waiting....another world opened to me. With the guidance of a nurturing spirit, my new life grew. It was in this realm where I found all my strength, my love, my passion. In here ...all my first times..,