The steady burn I yearned for once, seems dim.

Like a candle flickers, holding on to it's last breath

I wonder where it came from, this draft.

Feeling unsteady

I see a fugitive running, trying to escape the undeniable fate that awaits him.

What a waste of time this is.

More life, more lonely nights

This is what I need.

I think.

Hunched under a floorboard of an abandoned house

He rests.

anticipates

Those sirens will drown out soon

He thinks he will see better days.

He fools himself.