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