I'll light my candle,
And remember you.
I'll burn the wick with a flame,
And never extinguish it.
The wax will drip, and drop,
And dance with me.
The clock ticks, and tocks,
And teases me.
The wax melts,
And rolls,
So easily.
And my skin,
Gets burnt,
So easily.
It's sweet,
Like sugar,
When you sing to me.
But I'm destructive,
Like the carbon,
engulfing me.
And it's soft,
And I'm tired,
When you tangle me.
A dark,
Embrace,
It strangles me.
I'll watch,
the wax,
Roll easily,
And my skin,
It tears,
So easily.
And the rain,
That falls,
So squeamishly,
Will begin,
To cease,
When you finish me.
A knock,
Rings out,
On the walls,
And my chest,
It rises,
And falls.
My cup,
Runneth full,
Yet emptily,
The glass,
Shatters quick,
And fully.
May the beat,
Of my heart,
Die slowly,
So the heat,
In my body,
Dies quickly.
