When Will It Go Away?

Nothing bleeds, more blame, than mothers or society
Will you receive me, outside the embers of stripped decency?
A depressive rind, skin of conflict, we strand subjectively.

And as she ran away
What more can I say
How patient we are,
when we get our way.
She was well on her way
What else could I say?
How accepting we are,
when it goes our way.
When will it go away?

Nothing golden, slithers of age exudes fear, in vanity
Impatient with time, my harbored hubris, won't pass quietly.
It's not the tears? It's how they run, leaked confidentiality.

And as she went away
What more could I say?
How loving we are,
when we get our way.
She was well on her way
What else could I say?
How convincing we are,
when it goes our way.
When will it go away?

Is it a tragedy, when you let it go on, day after day?
Is it destiny, if you don't, get your way?

And as she slipped away
What more could I pray?
How pious we are
When it dies our way
The Vicar was hell in his day
What else could be saved?
How pure we are
When it goes our way
When will it go away?

She will cede, more dreams, when her caw offers nothing from it all
When will it... go away