Ode to the Shadows

In the quiet of my birthday’s gloom, A candle flickers, a waning bloom. The darkness calls, a whispered plea, A haunting echo, a part of me.The clock ticks on, a steady beat, Each second passing, a cold defeat. The cake sits still, untouched, alone, Like the hollow heart I've never shown.The blade of time is sharp and cold, Carving scars that never grow old. Yet here I stand, on the edge of night, Wrestling with shadows, longing for light.But light, it fades, and shadows creep, In the silent depths where secrets seep. So I blow out the flame, make no sound, Wishing the darkness would just let me drown.