As the last candle, pinched by blisters and cold skeletal fingers, went out, I saw dark, evil words fluttering into the dark corners of my jealous heart, turning into a fiery gray paper. I was sitting completely in the dark, and when the mysterious power of darkness stood there and watched, I felt a stinking breath imminent in front of me. When the last candle disappeared and rotted and my bone fingers cracked, I saw dark and evil words mixed in the dark corners of my jealous heart, turning into dusty burning paper ... I am perfect. I sat in the dark. The darkness looked at me and I felt a faint breath coming towards me.