random poetry. not gonna make sense i'm a wee bit tipsy

[lost_madness]

bleeding heart and wounded soul.
cracked and broken,
no longer am i whole.

i'm just a wick without a light.
there's nothing left to guide my sight.
nothing more to wish
nothing left to hope
just me sitting here waiting for the end of the rope

i'm just a wick without a light
there's nothing left to fight my night.