Oct 2015
Candle wax melted like the seasons gone
Burnt wick from the absent flame
You cursed my breathe
For I have caused my own darkness
The bygone evenings without a sound
Hear the high pitch scream once more
For the bell no longer tolls in time
And the crimson river flows down my arm
On my knees, I stopped and fell down
Burnt wick from the absent flame
You cursed my breathe
For I have caused my own darkness
The bygone evenings without a sound
Hear the high pitch scream once more
For the bell no longer tolls in time
And the crimson river flows down my arm
On my knees, I stopped and fell down
Watching the gray skies out of a library window, my mind ponders
(In Silence ..)
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