The void is like a weighted blanket.
It presses in on you, only sometimes a comfort
flicker the flashlight of security wont stay on
cloink it's beam as dead as certainty
The last flicker of light is the dance of a candle.
It mesmerizes the eyes of all present.
Is it hope? or love? or faith?
or some string of holding on to the world before.
Hope holds on to the last, is this flicker going to remain?
Love is joy and pain and dreams,
can you see a vision in this candle?
Faith is something you don't need to see,
do you need to see this candle?