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 milleniums 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

in decadence come in

May thy lids desorb from emerald seas

a pending solitary

Though thy pain redeems, life it seems to be

a fragile sanctuary