Cast away.
A single light fixture, embraced with solemnity. Fixed towards my eye, giving the light to illuminate my vision. Led on a path, by this single candle wagon. Decided fate fallen to darkness. For this candle only burns long enough to reach the center. The center of desolation. In which one man will crack, burn, and fall into the abyss, of the very gates which made, each part of he, himself, yourself, you. Brush as thick as solid metals, fires burn as high as the tallest skyscraper, within vision of all humans, it reaches above the clouds, but no one knows, your on the inside. Its just another burning candle, just another flame. And its just another burnt out man, with no one else to blame.