Poor Mad Lady Aceline

Of ragged dresses draped in white,
And bloodstained sun that soaks the night,
Could any tale be quite not right
As Poor Mad Lady Aceline?

She wasn't good, she wasn't well,
Inside her head was not so swell.
Who sold her soul and sells and sells?
That Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

The cuts speak louder then her shouts,
She thought it'd let the demons out.
Too bad her blood runs from its drought,
Its Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

She poured her out into words,
She thought she'd be free as a bird.
But darkness came, we never heard
from Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

But what she wrote was twisted, sick,
Her brain was melted candlestick,
For, surely, one could be no thick
as Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

She thought her world was midnight black,
The days were tallies to keep track,
But there was no more turning back
our Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

Aceline, mistreated so,
Had no place left to even go.
So she went far, far, far, below.
I weep for Lady Aceline.

Before she went, in my small ear,
She whispered words made out of tears,
Described every man's later years.
Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

But no one was ever her friend,
Her funeral was quick to end.
Forgetting her became a trend.
Who's Poor Mad Lady Aceline?

"This is not my end, my dear,
A better life is oh so near,
So I let out a feeble cheer.
I'm Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

People say that I've gone mad.
Those poor, poor blokes, how they've been had!
I could've, would've, should've, shad.
I'm Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

They are wrong, I speak it real.
I'm telling you, I see and feel,
Waste. That's what made up our meals.
Waste. Poor Mad Lady Aceline.

And we are WASTE. We're merely but
clawing on a door that's shut.
"I matter," cries both Man and Slut.
Wrong. Poor Mad Lady Aceline?

Everyone will always die.
We matter less then earth and sky.
But people will still try and try.
I'm Poor Mad Lady Aceline?

Stop fighting for your place on earth,
Who cares if she has given birth?
A penny, combined, is what we're worth.
I'm Poor Mad Lady Aceline."

I can't forget her words that day,
Darkness shined its midnight ray,
And I only have one thing to say;
That Poor Sane Lady Aceline.