I hope that it's proper to post poetry here:
What misery in legacy
Slides down a wrist of ill-conceit
To lead the eyes around to these
Awful sights of tired beings
With tired boots on crimson ground
And murmured shades
Of hearts which pound
And tired hands on tired wrists
Too rose and violet to be kissed
The trying time of intimacy
Is caught up in nocturnal breeze
If sweeter things
Do swiftly leave
Embrace the shades which never leave
All hallowed ashes bring to ease
Such tortured burns of autumn leaves
As in the season
Shed from trees
So fall the tears of misery

Just me again. I don't know how often people re-read these threads, but I wanted to write again before bed and didn't wanna waste space on a new thread. Hopefully, someone will see this. By the way, whoever did it, thanks for the stars.
The wax falls down, no surface spared
As candle smoke chokes in the air
No canvas drawn nor space prepared
For a burning tribute to the fair
The red-ringed eyes
In black disguise
Cannot reprise the failed tries
Attemps will fall
On deafened ears
Scream out to skies
Where no one hears
So let a candle light a way
Into trust which softly fades
There never came a softer grace
Then telling lines on an aging face
A torment tremors
And is born
There is no mercy shown those shorn
Of innocence, fading like a dream
Let wax and wick
Burn all hope clean
And offer asylum
For tears to steam