I used to have an obsession with candles. Their soft yellow glow shimmering in the air, Their heat melting the surrounding wax, Their wicks, a lengthy fuse waiting to be terminated; Their glow shining upon the surrounding area.
They comforted me, like a distressed mother Holding tight to her kin during a hostile tempest.
They flicker so, In the still air moving to and fro.
Resentment, It really is unfair that I entrench you in despise But looking in your eyes it's just not cutting through all the lies The lies I tell myself so I can get by feeling alone Disconnected All the ******* time I'm only reflecting how you make me feel Difference is mines with itnention while your is innocent still.
The only way I see this isn't through my eyes But crying everytime I see Something which you can't make mine
Mine is home Mine is love Mine is the effort you got to despite all above.
But the word forget has froze you still Stuck in care and sweetness But passion and lust need to be separated my love.
10mgs, 20mgs. One,two,three.. day after day. All just to keep this artificial smile on display. Days drag out and the little stars that twinkled in our eyes now replaced by black holes. Our soulless bodies sinking like broken bottles in the ocean. The happy memories that haunted our minds nearly gone, the goosebumps we got when we remembered our first kiss are no more. Bodies numb. This feeling,this curse; inevitable. Every child born after condemned to a lifetime of synthetic happiness. In capsules of sea foam green,and custard yellow. To be taken like our favorite candy. The amount being consumed will become ungodly leaving hollowed shells and the walls to talk to. Only the last glimmer of light in your pretty little head can save you. Every memory. Every emotion colliding like a kaleidescope of color. The thoughts of him,thoughts of her. The voices... Another simulation complete.