Iridescent columns of light reach through the window

As the inferno in the sky retires to the other side of the earth

I contemplate my surroundings and the company I keep

As the relationship of pen and paper give a poetic birth

You cannot write about the twin flame concept

My head warns as the ideas ignite like a nebula in space

The truth is that too many people could get hurt

If you open up about the memories you wish you could erase

She was a demon and angel wrapped into a hard candy shell

I spent too much time beside her and she broke me

The stories have been locked away in a safe in my head

I wish I could throw deep down a thousand foot well

I have to write about this, I know it might hurt you

I put myself back together after years of making mistakes

The seeming eternity I spent with the fire that burned me

Haunts my dreams still and some nights it keeps me awake

But it taught me a lesson I could never have learned

That if you take two candles and soak them with gasoline

They burn so hot that there is no wax left to contain them

The light that they once emitted is now completely unseen

It’s a funny thing though, some of us just linger on

And some of us disappear from this plain of existence

I am just glad someone taught me how to make fire

So I can start over and relight my candle with it