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