I hear a knock upon the door.

  The floor creaks, I walk each step.

  The handle, dusty yet clean.

  I reach forward, holding my breath.

  The eye of the deceiver steals a glance.

  Beyond the door a man stands.

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  In his hands he holds a candle.

  Bright blue flame flickering hue.

  The light in his eyes black and blue.

  I scream.

  His eyes open wide.

  Wisely, I step aside.

  I cry, and cry.

  He holds out his hand.

  The flame and the candle burning.

  I fear the light it seals.

  The yearning, the ache, my brain twisting, turning.

  Looking, searching, hoping, burning.

  The high, the pain, the lie, the stain.

  I grab and I grasp, I feel the heat, hear the laugh.

  The blue flame burns bright.

  I feel my life churn in fright.

  The fight has gone and turned to dust.

  I must, I must…

  The pain is washed away, the candle flame burns and sways.

  The pain, the pain…

  Hoping, searching, it is all in vain.

  Living…

  Insane.