Peaceful death of a fully burned candle

life candle turned red
wax slowly,
gradually, burned
all air around
Nothing was left
unable to breathe
survival became extinct
at that moment
any distinct possibility
plausible probability
of existence
of life,
of sound
of tears drops
of water dripping
extinguished
a lonely, only
ashen wick
looking for
a chandler to rescue
unable to fathom
gravity, ingrained
impossibility of happening
such instance
sometimes,
more than you know,
futility of resistance if
respected, acknowledged
will help immensely to
die in peace