a candle
lit in the background of the party
created for the ambiance, the flow
but not necessarily needed.
a candle,
scented and sweet,
filled with senses of warmth
but needs others to come
and light it up.
a candle,
stifled as its own wax
begins to creep up on the delicate flame.
a candle,
drowned in itself,
through burning itself out
goes unnoticed.

my soul is the weak flame
my ambition is the wax
as we begin to use more of ourselves
we begin to **** our souls
our hearts break but our minds stay strong
in the ideals of 'you must succeed'
until it is far too late to save
what is left of the fire.