Flickering upon the room You stand there casted in Candle's light glows about Liquid running through the floor Sitting there, near the flame Waiting for the wax to break Sudden rage makes it spill Candle's form, spread about Streams of thin, fragile smoke Spread around your weary form Inhaling the vapors cause You to fall into some spell In it now, you've lost your touch Distant lights seem to dim Vigilant; you're too aware Living in your little high