Mad Innocence

How lives are frittered away,
Ah, the dismay!
I myself found loss in all the wrong places,
Watching dreams come and go under harlot's graces.
Own up, damn you!
This life is short as most would claim,
Fighting tooth and nail for daily bread,
Would one not kill for fame?
But the ways of the people are of myriad depravity,
And for that we must finally steal away.
My enchantress, unearth me!
Your aristocratic hands were meant for digging.
If there is justice in this mad world
Tear into me and let me see that my heart still beats,
Lest your silence condemn us both,
And we be cursed to the land of Nod!