My Decadent

You will never understand the nature of my arrogant misanthropy.
These enigmatic eyes form the skeleton smile of prudent vanity.
I am content in the sanctuary of my complacent shadow,
so take this aesthetic reality and throw the world out the window.

I tried desperately to restrain my corrupted perfidy,
to prove I'm not just another silenced face of absurdity.
This smile I call upon to feed my burning abyss of emptiness,
provoke the secrecy of my tormenting credence.

I grasped blindly at the pain of my self-indulged paradox,
causing my ardent memories of significance to be lost.
These eerie delusions that taint my shallow mind to autopsy,
slowly dissipating the subconscious soul of our fallacy.

My weakened patience succumbed to my self-destructing anger,
allowing the beauty of profanity to flatter.
I breathed in the static heresy of twilight,
to fall asleep in the blissful ache of my lullaby.

Place the blame on my moral deterioration,
to satisfy the pride of my placate aberration.
I wander in my deceptive labyrinth, blind and broken.
Keeping secret of this solitary bane, my decadent.