Will you be my candle?
Will you be there to guide me through this darken haze of a world?
Will you guide me to my real self that I left behind in another world?
Will you hold the light I need to see?
To see the crimson life flow my fingertips making small pools on the floor that once was home?
A home I use to call my own but abandon in a attempt to find you?
Are you still willing to be my candle?

I sit there holding the empty hole
That once housed something that abandoned me in my absence…
It felt warm and homely… something normal I never wanted to be use to
But I rejected it… But I need my light… That path needs your light
Are you still willing to be my candle?

The feeling of the last words escape my lips…
But they are false
They are but a few I will attempt to say or recall as I sit on my path again
Waiting for something… anything to help
But I need to move ahead
Where is my light?
Are you still my candle? Really?

After all this I get close to the warmth
I near it and it’s needing beams
And those beams soak up my hate… and sadness
My colors of dark gray and blue are now brought back to life
And I ask…
Will you be my candle?

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Wow... haven't any poetry in YEARS O_O