Candle wax melted like the seasons gone
Burnt wick from the absent flame
You cursed my breathe
For I have caused my own darkness

The bygone evenings without a sound
Hear the high pitch scream once more
For the bell no longer tolls in time
And the crimson river flows down my arm

On my knees, I stopped and fell down

His thoughts, his talks
Have combusted every corner
Of my cracking heart ,
Into ashes and dust,
Which fly no more,
Into cravings and lust,
Which I never adore.

I am trapped in this thought cloud
Flying beyond the horizons of fantasy,
Reaching non-existent places,
Impossible in my destiny.

I float around on this surface,
Swimming like a cinder-block
On this black tar of love,
Burnt from within,
And ready to burn further,
To win it all,
And to get that shine of a diamond,
It's tough.

Slowly learning to pace myself.
In the event, I might manage to know myself.
Hidden from you, from me too...
Not like I decided to.
Most things with me
are unplanned.

It's just an ease on my cold heart.
You are such fire.
Pardon my cold.
If it's distance, then I'd rather fall away.
I don't maintain pace as long i should, yet you do deserve me
(i do too)... pause

Is this an aim to be better or am I lying to myself?

Slowly learning to pace myself.
In the event, I might manage to know myself.
Hidden from you, from me too...
Not like I decided to.
Most things with me
are unplanned.

It's just an ease on my cold heart.
You are such fire.
Pardon my cold.
If it's distance, then I'd rather fall away.
I don't maintain pace as long i should, yet you do deserve me
(i do too)... pause

Is this an aim to be better or am I lying to myself?

making coffee, burnt
toast; blind tuesday 4 o' clock
you fear you're in love

I am the reminiscent glow of warmth in the midst of a light autumn snow: the embers itching for something new to swallow, perhaps another brittle arm of a Douglas Fir or the soaked heart of a Willow, but I wait in agony even if you've been gone for hours because maybe you're just looking for the perfect branch or maybe you've found a new fire to keep you warm?

My skin is nothing but mere ash compacted into a human body, crumbling away with each touch and yet there I was laying next to him after my heart stopped beating with your softening footsteps; he ignited me for a breath and stumbled away for a girl who burns so much brighter than I.

I am a benign fire hazard with a finger curled around an unlit match, salt water drenching its ruby crown and its body straining against my grip, but I can do it myself -- I can keep myself warm if I can only have the will to keep these embers glowing just a bit longer.

I gave you a picture frame,
dripping with the saturation of a million lies.
We pinned memories,
to each and every star in the night sky.

Tears stain concrete black,
among shards of the glass slipper.
Each piece, a laceration,
to the heart, it's a trigger.

Eviscerated of love,
the stars seem to fade,
into obscurity,
they remain.

Solitude ground of ashen field
The fire burnt memories feign
Happiness, joy, elucid emotions
In a place where the truth is buried.

Dry leaves left with none trodden on
Talking of theft and safety gone
In a field so tireless and abandoned
But one day comes when one reshapes surroundings.

That day will make all the bonding.