I'm Gonna Deck Your Halls, Bub!

Your body is a temple and there is currently holy war between good sense and circumstance.
It's knocking at your door.
Your won't make it out alive.
But who am I to say how you should keep safe?
I'm not a guideline.
You mean something to someone sometimes.
You're not one to find out what people really mean when they say "This doesn't concern me."
And I'm not quite concerned with transparent empathy, just a fucking lack of dignity.
I've already said enough for the both of us.
I know I've said a lot of things, most of which I didn't mean.