My candle of addiction

My mental state melted,
I can only describe like a
candle, but not like any
ordinary candle

the wick burned; a desire,
so fierce, cremating my
sanity; my mind smouldering,
its vapours; so toxic

living, within
an atmosphere; so noxious
choking everyday, on invisible
fumes, but with evident
consequences,
like carbon monoxide; inhaled
slowly the results conclusive!

...If I continued

I felt I was slowly
perishing; waning away
like wax melting
unto a puddle
then setting;
like rigor mortis,

maybe..
..eventually

I really did not know,
if I could continue
to survive; suffocating
in this corollary climate.

Although, each day
I would ignite
the fateful flicker

breathing...

...again, and again.
for years..!

I have, for now extinguished
the flame, however the
perpetual pain
of my scorched wound
and...
the scars I bear
are, the price paid.