Lights, heat, celebration
Slowly mounting to a ******.
An isolated shred of genuine affection
Within the blurred congregation;
Love melting on the icing
With the candles pathetic wax.

What have they come here for??
Why do they even speak?
Their hollow smiles implore
Leave! Leave! Chaos, or
Ecstasy at its peak?

Another year, frowns veiled with a grimace;
Facades out. Nothing left to be said.
In a quiet corner space,
The  present of a butterfly embrace.
Coming of age for a spirit, already dead.