Candlewick

The wick's burnt
Down too low
Being engulfed by
It's own wax
That's pooled around it
The wick shines red
And the spark glows blue
So I decide to
Let it burn out
All on it's own
Then I think -
"Why prolong it's
Dying existance?"
And with one little breath
I erase the little flicker
I end it's short life
Snuff it out...
And sit in the manufactured
Beams of my artificial light,
The proud executioner
Of one feeble flame