• Candlelight and darkness
    are the measure of my life
    and so they offer no comfort
    as I cry into the night.
    The bitterness within me
    burns an acid hole
    and I, falling in,
    find myself alone.
    Fear is my watchdog
    guardian of my pain,
    I gather it as a cloak around me
    and face the emptiness.
    My heart knows so little
    and yet, too much it seems.
    I'm balanced on a precipice
    just this side of sane.
    The words in my mind are frozen
    as my tongue spews forth it's hate.
    For a moment I wonder why,
    then it is over, and I know why.
    Fear is a powerful guardian,
    though few ever see its face.
    It comes at you as anger,
    and drives you away in pain.
    Now I am its prisoner,
    staring into the night
    alone in the darkness,
    crying by candlelight.

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