By Candlelight
It grows on you,
Like mold and moss,
Like weeds,
Those thoughts.
They were once so bright,
They made my eyes sting,
Everything looked beautiful,
An industrial district, an abandoned town,
A shadowed waterfront.
Me reminding that I’m weak,
Yet you continued to hurt me,
My electric paradise,
You took away the colours,
Hexed all the memories.
To not hear your breathing in the dark,
I find it hard,
The more I fix the broken things,
The less you want to try,
You’ll never make it good.
I exposed myself to you,
Flesh and mind,
Favouring the former,
You kissed every inch of me,
Poisoning my soul.
Burning black,
That fire I had within me,
Has gone out,
Night after night,
Crumbling into ever dark
Coal.
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