wishes that kill.. and yet kill some more...

A burning flame, happy and bright ? or is it breathing its last before its finally extinguishes ?
The cold winter nights seem endless, the gloomy winter days become endless.
Wishes that smolder like that burning heap of dead leaves in fall.
Each wish that burns, makes me gasp out the last breath, and yet there still remains more
And I gasp more with every wish that burns, every dream that goes up in smoke...