By Arthur Nelson Rodgers II (Nov 2011)
The faint blaze of the candle
of my life slowly dying away,
like a candle in the pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside,
no shooting stars in my darkened sky.
On broken wings, no more flying high,
it gets more painful Every Time I die.
Another night, another demise,
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice.
From inward glory to public humiliation
I`ll let the wind blow out the light,
Out of strength to fight,
I cannot take another night.
I cannot take it any more,
Lust of light slips through my fingers.
Like blood drips off my arms,
Black candle wax has buried me.
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice,
Childhood dreams gone with the night,
nothing left but death or flight.
I`ll let the wind blow out my light,
it gets more painful every time I die.
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