WALLS silently whisper to me all the time

We Are Loyal Listening Stations for a lifetime

Why don’t they get a little higher and wide?

So that I could have something on my side

When the dim flames flicker in the fire

I beg them to not extinguish this desire

The flames console me as I complain about their changing shades

They say, ‘At least we aren’t the ones with invisible blades’

Of course they keep on reminding me the danger they might induce

Unlike my friendly foes who know exactly when diplomacy is better to use,

They claim to be my well-wishers too

Like their nature isn’t a shade of more than one hue

They think their conspiracies would tear me apart

Forgetting that song of death ends with ‘Nothing lasts forever’ part