Wax

I light up my lighter but never to smoke but to do something that makes me a joke. i set a candle on fire, the flames grow higher as i watch the violet envelope the crimson. the candle is pink and striped with white it casts a yellow shining light. wax pools in the lake below the wick i feel it getting to the brim and making me sick. i tilt the candle askew so it aligns with my hand and it drip, drip, drips on my command. i hiss out in pain but it helps me restrain from doing something inhumane. but wax isn't bad enough to be something serious and wax isn't sane enough to not be called delirious. so i sit in my room and i drip the hot wax 'till i fall on the floor and finally collapse.