I'm watching the flame on my candle growing as it breathes oxygen.Like a living being it feeds on the air and needs the darkness to survive.As I watch the wax creep down the sides..Hardening as it flows,I'm mezmerized by the flames as it begins to grow.Watching as the flames dance off the wall I can see evil faces lurking within.And as I watch in deep thought of how I made this flame come to life and the beauty it possesess I keep it lacking oxygen for another day.Watching it slowly fade and suddenly burn out all thats left is a puff of smoke trying to get one last breath in.Choking for life,Gasping for air,I will be back tomorrow again to control this life and how it comes back to me when the darkness falls.
