I admit I've stolen,
Dashed to ashes candied crushes,
Failing and dappled in folly,
And splendor,
Lies and licorice silk,
Slipped the silent shroud of sweet
Songs, sang from another liars lips.
I admit the shame of dried apricots and figs, to dirges that dig my very grave.
Dig swift sad hands for in the morning,
We wake like lost lanterns that forgot  the light still shines,  yet secretly carry the warmth in our bellies. Buried and broken. To meet only furnaces dappled in fury,
And foreboding,
Lavished in fire fumes,  forever.