To walk alone without a light in the world. What's a guy to do?
Lightless Night
Wax drips off my hands
as my candle dies in my hand,
just as I will
in the jowls of darkness.
I look up to the sky in hopes of rescue,
that God himself might guide me
from this hell.
Yet, all that I stare at
is a black blanket,
covering me
so I might partake
in the eternal sleep.
Desperately,
I feel about for someone,
anyone,
anything,
any sign of an existence.
I shudder alone
as my life is extinguished,
my red wax pouring
off my hand
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