The Blurred Clarity Of My Thoughts

Wilted Flower

As she sits in front of her candles
The flames running low,
She wonders what would happen
If anybody was to know.
She shakes the thought off quickly
For this just cannot be.
Who is she really?
No one can ever see.
I suppose this may be cheating,
It may ruin all the fun,
But what if I told you
I was the only one
Who knew her secrets,
Her fears?
I can go into more detail,
Promise you won't shed a tear.
In truth she is a girl,
Worn down by time.
In truth he was a monster
That made her feel alive.
Now she wishes, truly hopes,
Their mem'ries are down the drain.
She wants no more of that awful past,
The past that made her insane.