The Amber Glow of the Gaslight

I doused the only light there was,<br/> striving to rid you of your flaws,<br/> failings slaughtered like little lambs,<br/> but now your blood is on my hands.<br/> <br/> I regret casting you to the storm,<br/> far from all that's safe and warm,<br/> but fallacy buzzing like a swarm,<br/> inside your head's become the norm.<br/> <br/> I've sown seeds of doubt in private places,<br/> aided by half-truths concealed by my face,<br/> but when the match of self-doubt ignites,<br/> you'll warm to the glow of the gaslight.<br/> <br/> Gaslights hang in old trees decayed,<br/> swaying between the light and shade,<br/> all are mesmerized by the amber glow,<br/> where lies the truth? None can know.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026