When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?
Staring at ghosts through a phantom window Unwilling to turn away Allowing the air to be taken from room
Surviving eternal consequences has no end Alone you stand on the step Longing to be taken as you fight to stay alive
You hold a candle and fresh wick I have an eternal flame
Patience, Love, Understanding and Depression go Hand in Hand like the bright beam of a Lighthouse that shines the way through darkness to find safe shores.