I.
I'm a candle, both ends burning
In the hot wax.
Hotter tears mingle
Reflecting cold eyes
Hands of wax
Weakend each time I try
Putting myslef out
Wear and mimed, pale and dripping
They hang at my side useless,
Waiting until they too,
Are consumed by this fire
My mind is brillant, bright and burning
Smoldering destruction
Waiting for final exhaustion
In glowing embers
Blackest Ashes
.
Light and heat, shadowing pain,
Yet I keep no light of my own
nor any warmth.
I'm burning tonight
and nothing can stop it.
.......
II.
I am,
Tarnished with burdens;
I stay a burning soul.
Wanting a way to live,
Could you be the one to…
…show me the way out of this shadow.
I lit the burning candle,
That set aflame…
…bright in colors for others to see.
The home of you and I.
As the house goes tearing,
Ashes become it’s soul.
-Just like me
My love is like mead,
Made to amuse the body;
From within…
… I make you feel good.
But I-
I stay dull and frantic,
Scared of my own existence.
The stench of my burn,
Stretches the thought like elastic.
My appeal to life becomes righteous,
With my heart made of plastic.
-so you can call me artificial.
Thank you for setting me free,
By burning the house in the tree.
.
Raging against nature
Destroying all that fuels me
Consuming my source
and burning all the brighter of it.
.
.
.III.
............
The fire inside has died.
Now
I've become a chimney
vomiting dark rivers
Spreading filth into clear skies.
To dissiapte into purity
Not to be cleansed
But to become so small
that it means all the same
and thus be ignored.
These ashes are a fountain
of despair, much like hope,
disolved in pollution.
..........
Ntalek - .I. and .III.
Mr.Write - .II.
..Burnings and Smoke..
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