In the midst of a heavy fog
A flickering flame dances round and round
Unable to cast any shadows for lack of anything opaque.
As the seasons come and go, the candle gets shorter by the day
Whilst the fog gets thicker and thicker
And so the flame flickers less, dancing even slower; more painfully.
When my candle finally burns out,
When the fog swallows up what is left of my flame,
When the darkness finally takes over
And the pain sinks to the bottom,
May you always remember that I wasn’t always like this.
That I was capable of feeling just like you, capable of honesty and empathy
Before all the pain came along, drowning me in this fog.
For we cant control the past, we can’t control the hearts of men.
And neither can we: Fate