I lit a candle inside my chest, a fire that would not stay,
It burned my sleep, it burned my breath, it carried my peace away,
Each shadow crept beneath my skin, it begged my soul to say,
The warmth became a fevered flame, a storm that would not sway,
I prayed for silence in the dark, but silence chose to play,
It whispered death in broken songs, and tore my home that day.
The glass of night fell hard on me, it cut my hands so bare,
I drank the shards to taste the truth, but truth was never there,
My voice was lost in empty rooms, where echoes filled the air,
I begged the walls to carry me, but walls don’t ever care,
And so I learned the price of love, it leaves you stripped and spare,
A frozen prayer within my bones, a weight I always wear.
I wore my scars like holy cloth, each thread a mark of pain,
They pulled me tight, they kept me bound, but could not heal the chain,
The altar bled with every word, my loss was carved again,
My prayers returned as heavy stones, they broke against my vein,
I kissed the wounds to call them mine, to give the hurt a name,
And knelt before the empty night, to honor all my shame.
The stars were nails across my eyes, they pinned me to the sky,
Their silver burned into my skin, a light that learns to lie,
I reached to hold their fragile glow, but watched it pass me by,
And in the void I carved my name, though no one heard me cry,
Each breath became a funeral song, each heartbeat chose to die,
Yet still I walked the broken path, with questions asking why.
The rivers spoke in bleeding tongues, they told me I was weak,
They washed my hands but not my heart, they drowned the words I seek,
I pressed my face against the stream, its current cut my cheek,
And every wave returned to me, the silence of the bleak,
I asked the water who I was, it never chose to speak,
A mirror shattered in the dark, a soul that can’t be meek.
The night became a living wound, it carved my memory,
It held my ribs and stole my breath, it bent eternity,
I slept upon the broken ground, where ghosts sang endlessly,
They hummed a song that broke the dawn, a song too dark to see,
And in that song I left myself, a truth too vast to be,
A moon that dreams of being a wound in your memory.
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