Scarlet Night

In the darkness burns a scarlet flame upon a candle that never seems to dim. Standing alone. Lost in all the nothingness and yet still able to find its light. A candle that burns forever, a candle that cannot be drowned out by night. All around is fading, everything feels the same. My mended heart keeps pounding and the flame calls out my name. It beats its light toward me and brings me close to its warmth, I feel the flame surround me and my heart and it both beat as one. From its fire falls its wax, black like the night it seemed to be; like all the dark nights that keep haunting me. It drips upon the ground so cold and once again onto my toes. Seeping through my pale skinned bones. Keeping me awake in my silent scream when i feel alone inside my dream. The dream that creeps in as I wake; the waking cold throughout the day. The light that burns and bleeds the night. Forming my shadows that keep out of sight to hide the demons that remain immortal for all time.