Candle Smoke and Crumbs 1

Frosting drips, red river on the platter. Knife in the cake, the scene's a disaster. Twenty candles, melting wax on the batter. Smoke rises slow, ghost whispers chatter. Birthday wishes whispered in the dark. Each flame a secret, each cut leaves a mark. Layers stack high, secrets in the starch. Slice through the silence, it all falls apart. Candles, smoke, and crumbs, shadows on the plate. Sweet turns bitter, too heavy to escape. Candles, smoke, and crumbs, dreams dissipate. Birthday cake, but the party came late. Candles, smoke, and crumbs, shadows on the plate. Sweet turns bitter, too heavy to escape. Candles, smoke, and crumbs, dreams dissipate. Birthday cake, but the party came late. Sugar-coated lies, truth under the glaze. Knife carves the story, every line a maze. The frosting hides scars, the layers decay. Insides hollow, echoes of yesterday. Sprinkles on top, but the base is cracked. Filling sour, smiles don't interact. Fork scrapes the surface, memories extract. Cake on the table, but the room fades to Black. Candles, smoke, and crumbs, shadows on the Plate. Sweet turns bitter, too heavy to escape. Candles, smoke, and crumbs, dreams dissipate. Birthday cake, but the party came late. Candles, smoke, and crumbs, shadows on the plate. Sweet turns bitter, too heavy to escape. Candles, smoke, and crumbs, dreams dissipate. Birthday cake, but the party came Came late, Came late, came Late.