Satin
To be alive is a wondrous thing
Except for all the suffering
But darling dears, don’t be afraid
There’s moonshine in the lemonade
There’s a wild wind coursing through the sky
It will continue ‘till the day you die
Dew and stardust light your way
To heaven, known as hell, on your dying day
Heaven sounds a dreadful bore
A place to sleep and a place to snore
No bursts of color that form upon your tongue
For being good is akin to being numb
And to be wicked, as some would say
Seems to be the only way
To feel the rush, the crash, the chill
When all the world is sleeping still