**(A Sequel of Decay)** Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling, Swept up by the mortal waves of my enslaved emotion. Aeons of the gloss in argentine frailty, Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering angina. 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. Millenniums gather on the mirage of desolated souls, A darkened sea, where lost hopes take their toll. Breed my afterthought, suffocating in despair, An echo of existence, lingered in the midnight air. An angel seeks solace at my door, Her wings, once bright, now frail and worn. Stains of sorrow lay upon my floor, Tears like shadows whisper of the battles we endure. 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. Thy lids desorb from emerald seas, Every droplet falls, I drown in memories. Weight of the world drags me to my knees, Yet in the ashes, I find my reverie. As the haunting chords of twilight scream, I dance with the ghosts of a shattered dream. Fragments of life, crumbling like stone, Within this dissonance, I forget I’m alone. 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. From the depths of despair we rise again, Wrapped in the silence of our whispered refrain. In the fragile beauty of every ache we bear, A testament of strength, a light in the despair.
