Dropped

You're just by candlelight
And your nail has dropped
But you didn't wake up

Even when you're shaken up
You're still not opening your eyes
In unnatural slumber, but I know you're awake
Deep down

It's only shaken and stirred
That you usually spruce up
Maybe not this time

I won't be hanging around
I won't be ghosting around
I won't be bearing the load

I have nothing else left
From the shaking and the stirring
And the relighting of the candle
That has now burnt my arms

There's nothing left
But the wisp of smoke from the blown out candle

I'm violently over it