dECADENCe
through raised arms
like laughing tree limbs
viewed iron laced balconies
are packed to the brim
below the mix of love and hate
lovers never giving weight
just let them hate
they will soon dissipate
back to their darkness
never staying too late
too late
oh but I need the glow such
above and below much
like these ferns in urns
crave the waters touch
so they adorn elaborate grates
and wave to all that love and hate
lovers will always congregate
and bring the love the haters hate
lovers bring the love the haters hate
back to their caves
their churches of hate
of hate
your love is sin they always spin
a web of nonsense
love always wins
in this decadence of limbs
©2019honsulWhoomusic
