teatime dissonance

the candle burns down
the rivulets of wax
long since
spilled over
the brass holder
as tendrils
of manic dream
to slowly encroach
upon the blank vellum
where the quill sits
untouched
for the last hour
a fevered thought
races
from all angles
of diseased angels
falling
like dying stars
to crash
into the dry land
with whimpered impacts
beguiling
the majesty
long since burnt out
around me

the fickle flame
of forgotten fables
the failing flesh
of feeble flagellation

the hunger
consuming rationality
in licking tongues
of avarice and desire

as the slow spire
of smoke rises
from
the blackened wick
the light finally failing
to illuminate
the darkness
that growls within
no words shall mar
the edges of this
unvanquished
vernacular
still madness reigns
throughout
the teatime dissonance
that regulates
the harmony
of the pain wracked
soul

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