A Sequel Of Decay

Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling
Swept up by the mortal waste of my enslaved emotion
Agents of the cross in argentine frailty
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering angina
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay 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 millenniums 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.

Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling
Swept up by the mortal waste of my enslaved emotion
Agents of the cross in argentine frailty
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering angina
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering...

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.