Sense Sonnet - Acher

Decadent

I left the life that I once had.
It was too empty and so bare.
A world where I went willing mad
To sell my soul for fleshy ware.
It was an easy time to waste
In mask and costume made of lies,
Hungry for any tempting taste
That held the promise of a prize.
Life was a merry masquerade,
Till I had nothing left to sell.
I took the ticket that was paid,
And journey to another hell.

I guess it is a paradox -
My high priced flesh rots in this box.