Candle Flicker

The world is sick and getting sicker.

Everything falls to madness, everyone gets sicker

from an unknown disease, a disease people want.

And all the light, the candles slightly flicker.

 

A once loving couple falls. They only bicker,

while a young--also once--bright girl turns pale and gaunt,

losing her hopes and dreams, and turns, slowly sicker.

 

The clock does not stop moving with a broken ticker.

Ghosts find no meaning to stop by at logic to haunt.

Darkness isn’t so bad so, let the candles flicker.

 

Death has a new business, delivering goods quicker

you get them while you are alive. This deal doesn’t daunt

anyone anymore, there is no fear. The world turns sicker.

 

A light in the dark, a charred candle wicker,

slowly burning out. But this is what they want.

Maybe one day, there will be no more candle flicker.

 

The night is old, the streets swept by a city slicker

selling a cure from the dark. People stop only to taunt.

No one wants a cure, people want to be sick, sicker.

Forever snuffing out the wavering light's flicker. 

Author's Note

It just came into my head and I had to write it down :)
I didn't really count my syllables so, eh, I'm sorry.