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You're alone and your dying,

in this black little heart of hearts I know,

I should be crying.



Yet there's ice in my chest,

and steel in my breast,

a stone for a heart,

pumping this frozen blood,

no knife could ever part.



The tears try to come,

eyes well up as they start,

I push them back down,

as I blink them away. so far away.



If this heart of stone was allowed to fall,

it would break open once more,

I have to fight or lose it all,

broken again as the pain seeps in,

lost and forsaken, naked to your eyes,

as I lay on the ground so broken.



The pain cycle once again,

gambling with my mind and my heart,

tossing those dice with my soul as collateral.



Lost from the start, over before it's begun,

I'm failing to fly, refusing to cry,

inside I can't help but feeling,

feeling, I'm slowly starting to die.



You're alone and you're dying,

for me there's no crying,

my scarred heart is begging me to,

hardened soul,

soft spots over which no callous seems can grow,

pleading for me to keep on trying.



Never got me anywhere before,

on my knees, sobbing on the floor,

no, crying has never gotten me anwhere I want to be.



Once more and yet again,

urged to fall back into this cycle of pain,

never knowing if I will be able to climb out,

of this heart's pit, oh so dark.