I once had a rigid form of innocence.
But now with a terrible persistence,
the darkness has fallen over my eyes
the old, good, happy day dies.
There’s a new blood red dawn.
We can’t see the beauty of a fawn,
Or the incandescence of the stars and moon.
The destruction of ourselves comes too soon.
They fill our minds with dark thoughts,
convincing us we found what we sought.
The hole filled for a moment,
no second chance for Atonement.