Seeing someone slowly lose interest in you is probably one of the worst things ever
Coil - Are You Shivering?
I lie down and shiver in your silver river
There in a flowery grove the hermaphrodite sleeps a deep heavy sleep, drenched in his tears. The birds, waking, contemplate, enraptured, this melancholy figure, through the branches of the trees, and the nightingale will not sing its crystal-toned cavatinas. The presence of the unhappy hermaphrodite has made the wood as august as a tomb.