a potted plant
a jar of scented wax
a flame not far off
steadily dancing
the danse macabré
hardened hearts
closer, closer
the heat is stronger now
closer, closer
suddenly I can feel again
numb and hardened,
yet I can feel this Ah!
searing heat shoots through my being -
melting, dripping, overflowing.
sandalwood fills the air
I can't breathe,
and I fucking love it.
all too soon, darkness looms over my head
I am praying
if there was ever such a thing as a soul,
that it is simply a passing cloud.
not quite.
now it is the black that is getting closer and closer
until it engulfs me whole
I see the light flickering,
choking,
drawing in its final breath,
till I lose it forever.
[blind passion is a cruel guest]
-To put out a candle, all you have to do is put the lid back on.
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Heartbreak Hotel
RomanceAn ode to my love for you, as a form of validation of everything between us, no matter how brief a time our paths have crossed. ~Till we meet again, my love. {Nothing here is pretty, nothing here is structured. Some are pieces of poetry, others del...
