Late Night War

Shannon Pugh



I light a candle for every sin that I have committed
Now my room is full of blaze
Thinking of you and a summer grown cold
I grow into a shadow on the wall
Another jaded truth laced in white
Maybe someday, I will feel better
In a different town with a new life
Nevertheless, for now I am burning
Graven to a hell of wax and rug-burns
I will be here waiting to be understood
Like a wax figure with fire wicked fingers
Many years will pass and I will forget
The things that make me strong 
Also, make me weak
I will put out a candle for each dark moment
Light candles just to put them out
Love lovers just so I won't be alone
Maybe someday, I'll treat me the way that I should




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