I wanted to watch candles flicker and scabs form, I wanted to see blood **** from were the light was so bright, like nothing could be dark,
but the irony in what I wanted to do, using light to create the darkness, my simple candle will mimic the gods in the sun.
but my mind became that of a stronger one, knowing the candle need not make my path darth, and the candle acted as a godly sun, the godliest of all, the british one,
and I just felt over old burns and cuts, and cried as one might, in a the present of the brits sun god,
for even the queen herself would of cried if given her time. but right now it's just me, and the dark night.