thoughts like candlelight,
waiting for the flames to burn you down
to melt the ice around your heart
to touch your empty soul
to own a little ocean,
you try to catch your falling tears
drown the thoughts
they are hurting like hell
running, escaping your fears
hours are passing
eyes still closed
you ask yourself if you're already dead
and somehow you hope it.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
thoughts like candlelight,
waiting for the flames to burn you down
to melt the ice around your heart
to touch your empty soul
to own a little ocean,
you try to catch your falling tears
drown the thoughts
they are hurting like hell
running, escaping your fears
hours are passing
eyes still closed
you ask yourself if you're already dead
and somehow you hope it.