In the darkness she sat.
Still.

In the darkness she waited.
Still.

The air too afraid to move.
Still.

A sickness it would soothe.
Still.

The darkness was familiar,
Something she could feel.
It wanted to conceal her,
Pretend that it was real.

Tempted as she was,
Always was she tempted.
The darkness gave applause,
As all her hope suspended.

Meaning behind madness,
Nothing making sense.
Wishing meaning in this sadness,
Darkness smiling in defence.

A parcel tongue now whispering,
In her broken ears.
Her eyes watch candles flickering,
Dancing memories from the years.

The breath that left her lungs,
Travelled to the flames.
The memory of two tongues,
Wrapping in throughout her veins.

Flesh that burns for him,
Pure bright white light
Taking over a dim,
Candle in the night.