Like a candle at the pit of my stomach slowly burning its way up A warm flicker feeding the damp cloth of a dying lamp Like a bubbling stew burning up the icy chambers of my fickle heart Like a broken tape of the olden times urging the beholder to look back It burns, it pains, it creeps into the safest rooms of my life It pushes a doze of mirth into my veins and makes me lose my mind 160 views07:22
