4 October 2012
Feeling the golden flames Warming.. Yet ghostly embrace Hairs standing on the back of my neck Causing a shiver Running down my spine.
Shadowy light show Upon the pasty walls Laughing quietly In the crimson Night Playing twisted games Making the mind imagine the most impossible things.
A calming smell Of dripping wax And floorboard damp Fill the night with hope In remembrance Of our long nights together.
Buried deep in the night In the illusions of night Keeping me "normal" My sanity "intact" Feeling nor cold or the rain.
These past years I've seen The slow deteriorating wick. An unstoppable melting Liquifying this heart of softened wax.
Till the last candle fades Little by little Losing the fight Until its consumed Me Left without any light.
Candles • Opuss № I