Died Inside Lamp Posts

A haunting presence darkens the night With overcast suffocating the moon, But upon the street leaks uremic light Like bright blood dripping from an open wound. Reaching for the sky, those candles did crave To break through that glass and prolong their lives. Try as they might, it’s too hard to be brave; As they stand still in fear, wax tears they cried. And we died inside lamp posts, ourselves, alone; We’re atone In all but polyphony, Your sweet gaze soured against metal bones, Superfluous in all its irony. At last the lights flickered at dawn’s break; The candles that passed made no more mistakes.