Impassioned Decadence

Empty.
Secret envy seeping in.
Discomfort under layers of hardened skin.
Oozing out like poison
in the thin but steady streams.
Encountering the way,
she found the means
to rise above their greedy things
and sink beneath the sea.
Mysteriously veiled in contempt.
Become another weary instrument.
Beginning at the end, they came and went.
Dream lovers of impassioned decadence...

? Michaelette ?

1/08/2005
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