In too deep

The tall, white candles,
They melt with the crimson sky,
They leave behind white shadows,
Intellectually in the dark, benight,

The window panes rattle,
Hearts shudder and scream,
Souls leave the puppets,
Their absence cannot be redeemed,

The twinkles hide away,
Beams long forgotten,
The wraths know no bounds,
The shrunken lives-caught en,

Wisps of white smoke,
in the Floods of red,
Parallel to the dark ceiling,
Netted with silver cobwebs,

The longing breaths smoke,
The faint stars heavy and chill,
They feel limp like a helpless prey,
But can only stand still,

The air - silent and heavy,
The wind crys and roars,
Blasts of cold wind,
Invade the hearts cores,

The wet snowflakes fall,
Blanketed - all feels blue,
Shivering it is similar to,
Residing in a frosty igloo,

A golden afternoon,
Of the late sunshine,
Craved by the shriveled spirits,
In too deep - they pine,