Distort My Faith
This candle doesn’t burn as well as the others
It’s smell is sharp and sweet but the light is delicate
Flickering
trying to fade
Away
dying until another day
I subsist for
Someday when the flame is intense and the craze renews
the day he will return, I shall be waiting with
His darling lingerie
lying in the cinnamon scented bedroom
With red hued illumination and crimson dust
Oh trivial candle be still
The pressure on my chest will not
Cease
Until the wraith of your struggle infects mankind
With golden distress and ginger redemption
When he kisses her I feel
his lips
On mine
affliction decline
From me, depart
Please I’m imploring you
To adore me like days gone by
I was yours completely, your beloved innocent
And this prose isn’t as rewarding as typical
Certainly this is how I suffer
I’m desolate, I’m twisted
I’m powerless
To weigh against time
Distorted, the phantom
Of yesterday
Haunts me through my dreams
Slithering through the fracture on my window
From your steel fingertips
To coil beside me and strike the glass
Between my entrapped soul and heart soaked in venom of deceit
And this candle, though pale
Is my luminosity, dampened by the ancient grief
Too proud to conclude my heartbreaking sparkle
too modest to exist more then enduringly
Like the aqua tears I shed
On this paper of therapy
Maim me with the sincerity
Of silence, dear friend
For you are all I relate to
In the core of the darkness
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