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
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
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
