In Decadence
In decadenceWe trifle w/our instincts
In decadence
We walk this thin line
In decadence
We can only hope and believe
In decadence
We are bond in complete futility
Here we dance
Under the same moonlight
Under the same sky
As your hand slipped under my noose
Doesn't it bring a tear?
That you can't follow me
Into my wayward side
It's crystal clear where we stand
Your cold face is in your hands
Never trusting, never understand
The ways we're borne again
I'm hungry out of here
Dancing to my knees
In front of a manic idol in Dionysus's tribute
How I'd love to be
Right back where I came
At first flash of paradise
We race back to erect temples
Depicting a celebration of sunrise;
Depicting the end of lies;
Depicting the friends and lovers we lost;
Depicting our end of lives.
This is where the Gods were tried and hung.
Choking. Regurgitating. Profaning. Struggling.
Hopelessness. Yellowing photos.
Fading memories. Untraceable pasts.
Surreal experiences.
A strange life indeed.
Here we dance
Under the same moonlight
The same black night
Under the same listless sky.
Is it freedom you seek
Has it been found
I feel I know you
Before the world went mad
Raving in her belly.
Where was those days
Where we cut ourselves to end the night
The same black night
Under the same listless sky
Poetry by Shahdele Isman
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Written on 2006-05-30 at 19:12
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