A cut so deep

In the shadow of the moon.

Sorrow chimes a new.

The wound is deep.

I can not help but weep.

Love can cut so deep.

Lust can make you weep.

Oh how my sorrow may seep.

Vow never again to seek that which makes

Me weak.

Every wound is deep.

Young love is a stage of sleep.

Old love is a dagger which none seek.

Undergo love and it will make you weak.