Candle

Slowly now, there’s shattered glass Slowly now, the moment has yet to pass Tonight, the crackle of bones Haunt the halls Like weathered moans Of fortune's fool A candle, beguiled Flickers and feigns its flame As insecurities and guilt Brand their name The body’s older, still, It hurts just the same Scarlett footprints keep pace With the sway of keys A torrent of unopened doors Is all the mind sees Late is the hour And anxious resolve sets Alas, the more evident panic The worse it gets For every feeling a season For every second a reason Tred slowly now, slowly.