After every sunset he stands before her, motionless as a leaf in winter’s grace
they gazed into each other’s eyes
and spoke the language of the night.
The candle between them spilled onto the wood under the burden of the flame it carried
and moments spent in the bliss of silence under the wax were buried

Often he would trace his fingers down her rested palm
only to feel the sensation of touching nothing.  
He had known her his entire life still he never knew her name
hours would pass by him wondering why they had met
and the candle continued to age under the burden of the flame.

His solace in the glow
reflected off those dark eyes
burning like embers of a dying fire
whom the night has come to claim,
his deep despair expressed as a sigh
and the candle continued to age under burden of the flame.

With a heavy heart he stepped away,
leaving her teary eyed
on the other side of the mirror.

The absence of feelings
Yet feeling the vast emptiness
Lashes deep into my soul
Leaving me directionless.

It's not quite the same.
The past and the present vary
Akin to heaven and hell.
Emptiness
Not tantamount to an empty cup,
More of half-filled.
Pain
Doesn't spill blood
But open veins with searing "heat".

I'm confused with who I am
And what I'm supposed to do.
Where am I
And
Why am I here.

A maniac released from its chain
Would never be quite the same.
For the pain that once seem to make me go insane
Is what that's keeping me alive instead.

(C.C.)

I've never meant to go astray.
I've never wanted red wrists
or smelly fingers.
I've never wanted wet sheets
or sleepless nights.

I don't know what to do
or what to say
to make all the pain
go away.

Stuck in a limbo
seeking respite
yet everything else
leaves me in turmoil inside.

Maybe insanity is the new sane
like how being drunk is the new sober.
They say that even hell gets comfy after awhile
I have to say that they're right.

The pain gets addictive,
the burn becomes akin to ant's bite.
There seem to be nothing else
to make me feel alive.

i'm lost.

(c.c)