My Life...

My life elapses like a wick of a candle, however for me there is no fire that burns within it. As tremors occur within my mind with every passing heartbeat, the hurricane that resides deep into my whole tares every inch limb from limb, leaving nothing behind but an empty vessel. The only pulse of existence that can be seen from the lifeless corpse is in the darkness that consumed it, which is shown by whatever flickering light from the candle that managed to survive the torrent gales. But much like the passing of the sun and moon, the flame is re-ignite only to be doused once again, causing yet another maelstrom within my heart.