Candle


The darkness sprinkles, the dawn shall come,

My eyes may falter, lies come undone.

Like the candle who truly only loses, I shall never fall,

Depth of your darkness, before I know it all.


Like a sparrow in a cage, I yearn for your love,

But you won't falter — don’t you notice me at all?

I burn for your love just to watch you let me seep,

White bloody tears, reckless of my greed,

Greed for your love, greed for your need.


Let the dawn drown, let the heavens weep,

For the love I held was never mine to keep.

If I must die, let it be in your name —

A candle consumed by its own little flame.

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