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