Flicker

What started off with a burning passion,

now flickers at the mercy of the breeze,

the one that nurtured its growth.

Fluctuating intensities,

with the fury of the wind's gale,

and yet holds warmth in its glow.

Even when vulnerable,

it's as beautiful as when fully blossomed,

and sparks dissipate the darkness.

I've hid my burn marks,

a reminder of what ferocity lies within,

but yet that viciousness draws me closer.

A pulsating embrace,

given the veil of a blanket,

under false pretenses.

Now the ember is near its end,

and the ambient atmosphere nearing loss,

still I cling onto it.

The flame's dying,

and I wish to prolong our ties,

but I've ran out of time.

Everlasting Light - The Black Keys