The ember sick melts the wick
While the flames glows bright and white
It burns my hand and melts my rings
For now I scream in gleam
You can smell the burning flesh
And now I must guess
That my hand is under some amount of stress
The weight eating at my arm
While the wax paints me like it's canvas
I felt so unreal
I'm in need of a meal
Or some type of steal
For I many not make it past the morning ordeal
Please sing my dear
I want to hear the the melody of my last year
