Love: The Art Of Decadence
Love the Art of Decadence
Where will I find again my lost innocence, my lost dreams, and my lost heart that burned?
Where else will I find again my bleeding soul that loses itself to the wilds of wine?
Where else will I find again my honey vanity? My plum wine flavored memories that overflowed at the bank of an immortal high
Where would I find all this again?, But in the arms of this gorgeous monster.
Love is a sin beyond the reasoning of man
A sin that will cannot be forgiven, a sin we sin without a remorseful whisper
This is a sin that comes without salvation! Nor we who sin this sin seek salvation
This cannot be judged by man, and God can only watch as it tears through time following bearers of the sin.
Saving and damning me, blinding me and wizening me, cursing and blessing me
It never dies! It never lies! It’s so very kind and so desperately cruel; it taunts us like we’re mere fools
Like death its comes like a thief in the night, just like the pestilence stalking at mid day
A gift from heaven and a curse from hell, undefeated it stands before eternity
Life in its purist form! Oh you entice us! Oh how you terrify us
Reflecting in eyes! Reason of our cries! Let us go and leave us be! Oh Come to us and set us set free
You are fire and you water, burning and drowning yet we still keep yearning, suffocating forever
You make us wicked! Yet you keep us so good,
With no redemption, again and again we run into your arms
Calling with a hoarse voice so mortifying and soothing, an enticing sound that lingers on in the bones
My head to your feet, I pray may you come caress me now
This ecstasy beyond the grasp of my mental reflection
This bliss will forever burn at the center of sanity, spreading the ashes of this sin
My lost dreams, my heart that burns, my honey vanity and my plum wine flavored memories
I now know you will always reflect in the eyes of this gorgeous monster
Decadence is the stain left on the lips of us sinners.
Camille Tambe