Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian

The Days

There were days when I saw sky never brightened,

All thoughts were desperate, angry and frightened.

There were days when I was not wearing my skin,

I would leave it somewhere and a monster climbed in.

There were days when I could do nothing at all,

Dead to the world only heeding the abyss's call.

There were days when my actions did not really occur,

Dreams so vivid rather than an abstract blur.

There are days when I feel they have returned,

I am a reformed wax candle but the wick is still burned.