Are there any decadent poems?

The fire is burning.

Full of smoke

I struggled.

Struggling with the evil forces I built myself.

There is a suffocating pain.

In the extension ...

Can I take a break?

Did I?

Can you control your own destiny?

I am a fallen leaf in autumn.

Go all out.

You get nothing but being thrown away.

Is this a game forever?

Is this the last beauty that the oath left me?

The wind is coming.

I fell down slowly.

Slowly leave no trace in the fire.