You forgot your dignity when you walked off to better things, or what they're calling it these days.

 

A heart that's fresh and beating is all that you need, though you don't know it yet, and I still grapple with that. I find contentment within tragedy, where we're the purest beings and goodness has meaning.

 

Under anedhonia, forgetting by the ounce

She grieves her inner child, burning with the house

 

Blinded (haunted) by selfish intent, crisis act the way to a favorable end.

Blinded (rotted) by selfish intent, crisis act the way to a favorable end.

Put on that face so disarming.

 

The faithful all are praying and they're paying by the mile,

A venerated gospel:

Service with a smile.

They're building Nirvana on a black star in the sky,

From cheap seats at the opera, their children wave good-bye.