.:The Candle:.
03.20.05 (9:08 am) [edit]
A candle light glow,
Wax scented air.
Burning down into a puddle,
Leaving a hardened wax trail.
Across the table,
Dripping down.
To hit the ground.
Splattering on the cold wood,
Drying into a crust.
A passer by looking down,
Scrapes you up...
To be disgarded.
Throw into a basket of waste,
Here your life ends,
With rotting eggs and tomato paste.
