The Candle

As the candle burns softly, the light slowly fades out into the dark abyss.
You realize the Fire isn't burning as bright and strong as it was before
'cos how i see it, there's no hope.
Nothing to salvage.
The wax is melting, rapidly.
Unlike before, when the wax refuse to even melt a millimeter. And where it stood bright and tall, showing off it's mighty flame.
But now,
as the candle get shorter,
as the pool of wax melts across the alter,
You do nothing 'bout it.
But watch it burn out,
but watch it extinguish.