There i was standing in front of a lit candle, the fire burning into the sockets of my eyeholes like a dark black mysterious ghoul. It was like my brain wanted me to devour my tears from out of a bowl. I was hungry, it was cruel. I began to mull over the various possibilities. I was fading away with it, they dragged me in further that i needed to jump out of that pull. I was trying to use the lighter as a bad tool, for that would make me a fool. My mom would say this is not cool. I ran out of my head before i started to drool. I felt so dull, i sat near a stool trying to feel my soul. I blow out the candle, my situation is full. People are hard to handle i feel like being a vandal. Take me away, my life feels of scandals. I don’t wanna keep walking the cold streets in sandals.