This heart is graceless and vile
Stricken with an archaic smile
I missed this life, by a mile
To search for morale
To defile
The sins of the past
So sternly, they last
My downfall was fast
In a chasm
Too vast
I stop and can't start
I bartered for my heart
And now, as I part:
I summoned my conscience
And, tore it apart
I gave up my dreams
For closely-knit schemes
It's just as it seems
My morals are waning
In sputtering gleams
What lie had I told?
Pretending I'm bold
I have no heart of gold
With no sense of purpose
My heartstrings unfold
My head is unkind
I'm losing my mind
What vice, I've inclined
I wander through majestic stages
But still, I am blind...
I had meant to portray the problems associated with our vices, and how they interfere with different facets of life.