Cold Candles

[قايدة الريم]

Cold Candles


Here I am
Enclosed in the sphere of my doubts
Shadows of the past haunting me
Crouching on the frosty floor of reality
Surrounded by cold candles
Breathing in the mist
The scent of death
Lingers in the air
I am the eternally forgotten
Dressed in the gown of my mortality
My frostbitten lips still trembling
Chanting the songs of my mystified childhood
Contemplating those who mortified my life
Those who clouded the truth with their lies
My savage spirit seeking the pleasure of vengeance

Winds of change stinging my skin
A luster of hope still sleeps in my eyes
And yet sorrow is my bliss
Despair is my hope
Weakness is my strength
This coldness is my warmth
And darkness is my light __DEFINE_LIKE_SHARE__