One Hundred Candles

One hundred candles burning down, slowly down
A flame at a time. Until there is nothing left
But melted wax. Useless as ashes in a grate
There is no one left to manipulate

Evil emanates from me. A stream of obscenties
It devours me and everything else around
The flames of hatred and resentment and rage
Then it departs and I remain
Agonised by shame
Evil is my name

I have driven those angels away
The very antithesis of me; awash with purity
Howling like a wolf
in the wilderness
And my dreams have moved
Far beyond my reach


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