inaurata lingua

c r u m b l e

I sit in the silence and wither
My blood is like fresh melted snow
I curl in on myself like a wilted flower
I am a crumbling rose

I gather strength from the sunlight
But in here it is oh so cold
I shiver gently in moonlight
The dark hurts me more than you know

I spread my hands to the fire
But my fingers crumble to ash
I search for sun to inspire
I'm extinguished in a fiery flash