On Decadence

Decadence Unveiled:

 I know who you are I know why you came It’s either out of your vanity or out of your shame You wish to pose and show all your wares You, me and 'the ghost' know there’s no soul left in there But, go on inside, after all, you’ve arrived Like Hotel California, pink champagne is on ice Do come in, imbibe and consume The Master’s chambers, you'll find, are brimming with tunes As you smile at your host and wish him great cheer Devil knows what’s really brought you here I’ve observed and even tried to admire you But could find nothing but liars in the lot of you In the end you sided with fear, with vanity, materiality Wasted the dear, sanity, philanthropy I don’t, for the record, place myself above you I do hope somehow you might come to love you And when you do, you’ll see it all as a sham And perhaps you'll understand why I am as I am.  -Natalia Rose