When the Candle Burns Out

Where will I be when the candle burns out

Will I be able to see, or will darkness swallow me up

Dripping wax burns my hand, as I nervously walk in the shadows

The floor creeks and I can hear the breaking thunder, and lightning strikes

Strikes my mind as I hear a whisper coming from a closet door

It sounds like children playing a game of hide and seek

I am holding onto the candle stick, as I peek into the room

I find my mind playing tricks, as the window curtains whirl in the air

I think I will go back down the hallway, as I slowly turn around to take the stair

A ghost image of a small child waits upon the step, holding out his hands

I tremble as I say to him, can I help you child, he seems to disappear

My thoughts are that he use to live here, the mother lost her child

Now the only thing the ghost boy can do, is play games with me at night

Now I am ready for bed and hope the children in the closet go to sleep, I doubt

Because, I must confess, I am the mother of this lost child, the spirit you see

My tears falling down, sweet memories I hold,  this house I will never leave

I breathe heavily, knowing it's my only son, the love of my life

Silence now, hush little baby, don't say a word, as I pray to the heavens

The air is so thick you could cut it with a knife, this knife I hold in strife

I Cuddle up with his teddy bear, I feel him lay next to me

When the candle burns out;  peace be with us, as blood runs down my wrists

We will hold on to haunting memories now that the candle has finally burned out