A shallow mind behind a pretty face
A sparrow so blind to disgraceful lies
To find one so low within our own kind
Wrapped in lace, though Divine Grace makes her glow
Takes so much to swallow. It's heartbreaking.
Earth-shaking art faking tear-making trash
Crashing through each turn she's taking again
She has to learn what makes her stomach churn
It's not me. It's the burn of memory.
But she wont see past seas of pale distress
I confess, I failed to fix everything
And the sharp ring of madness shapes this tale
When she cries, the endeavor is tragic
Her magic will stay with me forever