Warmth echoes throughout;
Pearlescent purpose, radiant chorus.
Yet to those most vocal, most devout:
Spare us the gospel, you're starting to bore us.
As the false 'gel's singing fades,
I burn incomplete.
I can't hold a candle to the others.
Flames so fervent, yet out of grasp.
They hound for answers, and out I gasp -
"Beeswax."; fitting for embers of intrusion.
I can't hold a candle to them.
Paraffin prides leave me dazed,
A trickle, a drip,
Fallen to this maze.
I can't hold a candle,
For palm melts in my palms,
I can't hold on, I'm melting.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC
Warmth echoes throughout;
Pearlescent purpose, radiant chorus.
Yet to those most vocal, most devout:
Spare us the gospel, you're starting to bore us.
As the false 'gel's singing fades,
I burn incomplete.
I can't hold a candle to the others.
Flames so fervent, yet out of grasp.
They hound for answers, and out I gasp -
"Beeswax."; fitting for embers of intrusion.
I can't hold a candle to them.
Paraffin prides leave me dazed,
A trickle, a drip,
Fallen to this maze.
I can't hold a candle,
For palm melts in my palms,
I can't hold on, I'm melting.