Flickering Suns in the Dark

There’s a lighter in my pocket, a fool’s glow,*

*Wrapped in grief, a friend I barely know,*

*It dances briefly, a funeral pyre,*

*For whispers lost, for dreams that tire.*

*Society laughs, but laughs go cold,*

*Frozen clocks in rooms, tales untold.*

In the shadows, where silence grieves,*

*I search for meaning, but I find no leaves,*

*The world's an echo, indifferent and stark,*

*With a cigarette’s ember and an unseen mark.*

*So I strike a light, against eternity’s claim,*

*A flicker of hope, a whisper, a name,*

*This liar’s covenant with the dark,*

*My armor of flame in a world so stark.*

*Yet the fire fades, and I’m left to mourn,*

*The ashes of comfort, the weight of the scorn.*

The warmth, it bursts, much like the dawn,*

*Illusions dance, then they’re gone,*

*Fever-dreams rising from the ground,*

*Illusions melting, the truth unbound.*

*In laughter that cuts like broken glass,*

*I sit in corners where shadows pass.*

Every flicker mocks, a creeping dread,*

*I seek the meaning, but I find instead,*

*A ghost of comfort, a fleeting trace,*

*An ember of warmth in a hollowed place.*

*So I strike a light, against eternity’s claim,*

*A flicker of hope, a whisper, a name,*

*This liar’s covenant with the dark,*

*My armor of flame in a world so stark.*

*Yet the fire fades, and I’m left to mourn,*

*The ashes of comfort, the weight of the scorn.*

With every spark, I confront the void,*

*The buzzing silence, the joy destroyed,*

*Each flicker questions what it means to be,*

*A voice in the chaos, longing to be free.*

*So I strike a light, against eternity’s claim,*

*A flicker of hope, a whisper, a name,*

*This liar’s covenant with the dark,*

*My armor of flame in a world so stark.*

*Yet the fire fades, and I’m left to mourn,*

*The ashes of comfort, the weight of the scorn.*