Decadence is the rotten fruit
Masquerading as the ripe one
The foul stench of corruption
Beneath the smell of success
As flies buzzing around corpses
And moths drawn to a bright flame
Decadence pursues their twin
The one we call Opulence
You can't have one without the other
They are like cause and effect
Mirror faces, dark reflections
You never know which you'll get
Their black kiss, a lovely lie
The sweetest poison there is
Grovelling at their feet, you will
Consumed in upmost delight
Desire caresses their hand
And takes them in a wild dance
He's learned of the many pleasures
Consorting with the dark provides
If you are willing to trade
All you own, for just one night,
One wish, one plea, one sin,
Go and drink their tainted glow
And kiss the rose made of meat
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Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams
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