Corroded Time [POETRY/PROSE]

It's Too Dark To Act

Once the scented candle's wax melts,
Their dictatorship begins,
And breaking your own nails,
Let the dark veil,
Constrict your feet at last,

Their service is unwanted,
You are left bare,
Out their unruly systems,
Reconstructing your home,
Out of the wool,
That was dragged through,
The back alley when it rained,

Recognizing their plot,
Too late to act,
Is what you convince yourself of,
You are in denial,

Grabbing your hands,
You are shook hard,
And the new matchstick,
Falls out your hand,
They shall do all to ensure,
You won't be content again.