Respite in the Moonshine

Candle glow at midnight, The hatch is locked A scrambling splutter As I reach for the key of circles, bolts and lines. But just as before. The circle ends 4 corners behind And I'm scrambling again for another key I plead the glow; It flickers as I- Well, I, I cherish my existence once more As another circle starts to grow... My foot taps to the humming, Blood rushing under my skin, I'm thrown to the couch– It's way past midnight. Immobile, so I curb the corner. Did I feel the end? For better or worse, the hatch unlocks, no key. My head tilts, and I can't seem To keep the colours uniform again. I spiral to only splatters of *pink* and *green* caressing the wall Overwhelmingly. Please, don't, love. But I do, do I? FOR WHAT PURPOSE? I plead once more. And become void, I hate. I hate. I hate. But only pink could resonate.