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Woe and pity to thy gentle, yet bleeding heart.
For thou hath gambled thyself again,
Like a tear of an eye, the blood of thy veins.

Your cries and moans of mournful tones,
Hath echoed in thy eroding mind, so cold and lone.

At times I see thine eyes vacant and at a flutter,
In anguish! As thy life lies in an emotional clutter.

In an attempt so futile,
Through the illusions induced by insanity,
Thou searcheth thy mind with wit and guile,
To cease thy pain and for what is to be.

So thou pourst thine sealing wax upon thine open wound,
And stamp thy seal so no more harm shall come soon.

Hope and passion rises from the morning fog above thy resting place,
Witnessing the dawning sun, with thine memory erased.

Woe and pity to thy gentle, yet bleeding heart.
For it hath been reborn and shall gamble thyself again,
Leaving logic behind, and love to reign.