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I’ll burn a candle,

Just for you,

To watch it burn,

To watch it cry,

To watch it simmer,

To see it die.

Oh how I want you to.

Die, I mean.

I want to see the flames,

Lick your feet,

Slowly devouring,

As the end you will meet.

I have died,

And I have cried,

But you are blind,

And will not see,

The menacing wave,

Taking me.

I am there,

Where are you?

Why can’t,

You make this true?

I think I see,

Where I am,

For there is evil,

Written all around me.

I wish you could save me,

But you will not.

Will you hear my soft plea?

Will you hear my whispered cries?

No.

They are deaf to your ears.

So you will never know,

About my sickening fears.

For my fears,

Are, you see,

You

and

Me.

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A/N: The stanzas all have different numbers of lines, which iffs me a bit. But um, this is numero dos in the 'collection.' Enjoy. :D

-Lqd