decadentflaws

Something beautiful is beginning to decay. Today, the streets will be thronged And amongst the endless named there will always be one: A victim. As if the serpent in their head controls them, They will never reveal why- Why would they? They have more to gain in secrecy. I search through the packed avenues, Hoping to see A tear, a sob, an anguished face... Just to see proof that they're real... But they remain hidden. Something beautiful is decaying.

A pale, painted petal Made to catch a tear, Urine-soaked innards We still hold dear, A vomit-green stem That supports a crooked being Atop a mutinous base We're stopped from seeing, All chained together To choke someone to death - I'll tell of their evil With my last lifeless breath. They broke my heart So I'll tear them apart.