free style by candle light.

here falls the watcher undone
look beyond the damage sum
vivid fractures
livid actor
more by grand design
less by fate's cruel smile
candle flames whisper
subtle hate or
hates or somethng more vile
my turn with no values
i intend to express my own divinity
but its fallen, tarnished like
aged brass.
God sits his throne
with absolute job security
while i wave good bye
to lost purity