The last dance

Night. Walk in, light the candle, watch as the flame dances across the wall. Finally, it feels okay. Kneel by the side, hopefully by the side of the one who watches. Tell me that, that it will be alright …Or take me. The dancing ember looks me in the eye. He nods. What is it that you want, he asks. I don’t know. I watch the body contort, seeping across the table. Watching the last dance, as the glow slows and twists in an almost agony. Then laid to rest peacefully. I can’t help but watch, Thinking of my own misery. In the beginning, there was an end, Death. Please take me.