Scarred Glass Poem by Unic Cjonr

The lamp that burns with affection, I bleed by self infliction - My mission not to obtain a stone on mars, the reason unknown rocks even the dust on Venus - Complimentory to solaris which features by night in the sky - Display the story of the way we will die -
The wick holds the flame to the candle, the hive which wax far too many cracks - Broken with love, one thousand slivers of scarred glass - So our life flickers, to be extinguished by the breath - Which is held by death - In her hands, seven to the billion, lost souls - To the destruction caused, seven billion, too many -
Whom will be sold, to the warmth which heats the cold