I can only want to comprehend the reasons for your leaving the place at which souls burn for an eternal eternity of the flicker of a flame. That point where the candles wick bubbles and turns black and the flames leap from the wax that crawls toward the warmth that is so enticing. What reasons do you have for making me your newly appointed eternal haunt, eating little pieces of me away like rust, slowly cancerous, flaking away little pieces of me that makes me afraid to go back in the middle of the river and fish from my platform once again, because I know that the river's life will be made my death by your carcinogenic nature. Why do you torture me, thousands of tiny cuts into my flesh, burning of every pore as you dance around me, choosing them one by one picking one that will hurt a little more than the one before, slowly melting me away like a candle's wax slowly disappears leaving only its sweet enticing scent, and the fleeting fingerprint of what was once a beautiful soul based in the body of beauty and living contented with all that was around. But now, only now you sit there waiting, finding, choosing, burning your soul away because that place that you came from still has its flame melting away at you for all eternity, but still you try to make your suffering less by spreading the fire, letting it move from you to me, but what will never happen is the ending of the permanent coals that continue to push their ways into the bones of your soul, you can’t get rid of these coals with water or extinguishers of flames, you cannot deprive these coals of possible air that gives them life, for your soul is all that is needed to make them burn, and the fire will continue to relight on your soul, never stopped; a ravenous cancer that no matter how thinly spread will come to haunt you evermore.
