Night (from my past)

Your light is bright,

while mine burns down.

Lower and lower,

till the fuel runs out.

My light a dim flicker in the night.

A cold heart,

beating slowly in my chest.

A restless sleep,

as the shadows consume,

till the dark is everlasting.

Deep and dark,

is the continuing pain.

Riven with regret,

the sharp blades cut.

Burning till the blood runs out.

The cold consuming.

A welcoming,

soothing,

gently calming feeling.

As the flames take my heart,

they burn,

intertwined with the pain.

But never feeling pain,

as I walk in shadows,

consuming the world around me.

Bit by bit,

I feel it less.

Till the monotony of life devours the light,

watching the light die away.

As the shadows become my life,

the new me.

Forever a colden heart hidden in the shadows,

with the flames of the world burning all around me.