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Made Of Wax

Translucent wax skin,
Candle wicks for eyes,
Burning flames
brightly lit,
Small flames
burning away,
Flickering with
every foots sway,
Dripping wax tears
down a melting face,
Wrapped in
red velvet & lace,
Reaching one hand
into pull out my heart,
Putting out the fire,
Melting back
into the dark,
Flames burning out
explosive eyes
in the night,
Freezing into
the shadows of the trees,
Painted against the darkness
and it's puppets & silhouettes,
The wax begins to crack,
Shattering
against the black,
Canvas crafted
under the artists brush,
Burning flame
with no touch,
Made of wax,
Puzzle piece
wandering in the past.
Melting over
the silver moon light.

candyland_massacre

@candyland_massacre

16, open minded & in love with music, art, words, cartoons, horror, & randomness!

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