a being disconnected is not simply glowing
it's burning from within and radiating sound
the gorgeous flames are untouchable
you're sitting at a distance just to pretend
the gold and charm is crawling under your skin
then later on when the sun is setting
you can go back to the shadowed room
and when you need it the light will go off
the crackling fire won't keep you awake
if you keep the beautiful tragedy far enough away
the flames won't choke you in your sleep
leaving you in the morning
with a beam of sunlight on your cheek
while your hand is quivering from the cold