• drip drip drip the heavens leak their tears upon the fragile paint of the window seal. Casting away dust and sun-dried flakes as water rebounds off the borders and collides into the glass. The rain is faster now speedin up it's metrenome as it plummets to the earth. A slow fog begins to carress the pane of glass starting in the center and working towards the edges. With it's task complete of blocking off the outside's view of your room the tiny droplets begin to transcend your room into a freezing fantasy. Leaking the cool night chill into the atmosphere. Soaking the dank water into the carpet. Licking the walls with the kiss of death. You watch as the once vivid room falls into a ghastly gray and the sounds of the house begin to slow down, mixing into the pattern of the raindrops. You strike a match against the book and watch as the tip is engulfed by a quick ember followed by the soft glow of the devil's tongue. The freezing comes faster now as the cloudy glass begins to crack and shatter from the deathly cold. Tiny pieces of glass shatter off and fall to the floor in crystal snowflakes. A silent chill grips around your ankles, and your body heat begins to vanish as the frost begins to seep into your veins, with every heartbeat spreading the icy blood further and further throught you. Rushing down you arms and through your fingertips the cold engulfs the flame, dulling the orange flicker to a misty blue until the twilight of it's existence vanishes.

    The candle on a nearby desk begins to peel and fall apart starting at the core, and each layer of wax vanishing into the air. For what reason does a candle have to exist when it's flame dies in it's own hands?

    The last of your hot breath escapes you mouth and floats into the chilly room. Turning into a midnight fog, floating around. Swirling within your mind, until it and all you know vanishes into the air.