Pure as a candle
This little stick of mine, burns my time
Shortening my lifespan,
yet it makes me feel fine
With every stick that i light,
worry burns and dance with the smoke
it disappears and play with the stars
leaving nothing but scars on my lungs
It makes me feel sane even for a short while
like a coffee that warms you up in the rain
No, it doesn’t taste good it
Barely does anything
But it lets me escape the sadness
that the world brings
Now that I’ve already used up a stick
I lit up another one, asking
Ashes, you didn’t leave me didn’t you?