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