Watch me melt

Candle bright near fluorescent white
burning out of control!
Candle sight overcome the night
burns for all to know!

Long did the wax
so stable so strong
with eternal burn
help along
all who accepted
even a slight
ouch! from fire's
light.

Flame rose up
trying to touch the Gods
Stronger and fed through
mortal Feelings
and clean energy byproduct
through my internal
facet.

Opened Exposed, I wept.
Damaged  unintentionally,
Perhaps...
Still, it happens and often
for I shall no longer
shield the eternal flame
of my spirit...so
I no longer care
for dying flame ----
for mortal spirits
die and lie and fry
within their own Hells
as I have and embrace
the firery place I've prepared
for my melting spirit.

And once the wax
no longer tall, now
drips and drops
a sadden fall
towards my god below.

Living NO! Undead, I like
no wax surplus to rebuild
another Babel,
I babble, watch while time passes
much too slow for my melt
no meltdown here
only a slow process
from solid to ooze.

watch me.