Candle flames that burn apart,
But can not burn together,
A self-destructive path,
Yet claiming to be better.

The candle wax has fallen,
From the moment of the spark,
I can hear the demons calling,
Light flickering in the dark.

The things i can not see,
Are there in night or day,
Some parts of me are free,
Other parts are in a cage.

Wax dripping like a tear,
Warm and loving on my finger
While some things disappear,
Other things still linger.