in a world of intangibles, too many things seem right
No hand to scribe of sinking sickness I have seen,
no face to judge until you’ve been the monster I have been,
to hunger is noble, where beauty is silent sleep,
my hunger is noble, but my pain is driven deep.
Thank you, whoever you are.
Angry. I liked to think the lyrics worked as a dialogue. The first part would be Dark speaking, the second part would be her reply.