A Sequel of Decay

Checkered by the dawn
Enslaved in life enthralling
Swept up by the mortal
Waste of my enslaved emotion
Aeons on the gloss in argentine pending
Concuria stopping and prevail the conquering angina
Concuria stopping and prevail the conquering

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

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