A Sequel Of Decay
In decadence I take thee by the hand
Too frail, to gain the promised land
Too frail, to take your pain away
Too frail, a sequel of decay
May millenniums gather
On the mirage of desolated souls
Far between departure and sorrow
I breed my afterthought
In thy hours of vast dejection's haunt, wane
An angel strays upon my door
So frail and lost within
To weep upon her days of yore
My decadent come in
Her stain and tears upon my floor
The sorrow that she brings
Devotion of a life outworn