The candle of hope is melting away
The wax seeps between my fingers
Because I’ve yet to find the strength
To finally snuff it out like I should have
And bring that idiotic fantasy to an end
Everything just feels so much heavier now
Even unconsciousness is emptier than before
For so long the dreams have ceased
Where I used to reach for your ethereal hand
All replaced by black, necrotic sleep
Unravel my veins until the end of days
You will not find a single inch
That isn’t awash with ice and leaden dark
Viscous strings of mouldering blood pump from me
All to the monotone beat of my deadweight heart
All this chaos is disolving me
Weathering me down again
Perhaps i've done the gravest sin
To want an angel all to myself
Is this why i cradle the candle still?
In hope that her flame may brand itself into my skin.
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