I sit in the middle of a dark room
Surrounded my forty eight candles

Burning brightly and quietly,
they flicker with the slightest breeze

One candle is one year of my life,
their wax melting graciously to the floor

One burns out then another
my life is being extinguished swiftly

Darkness envelopes me whole
a little light and warmth present

Twenty four candles out
haunting feelings set in

What has happened to my life
sickening feeling besets me

Three to go, its going too fast
my final words, my final breathes

Pitch black
Heart stops
I am gone