Made of Wax

VULGER · Nov 29, 2005, 11:54 PM

Made of Wax

A man sits in a room surrounded by the swirling darkness within.

Like a man made of wax, his thoughts spew forth.

Lit by the hatred of the world his wick burns short.

Soon the hate has found its release.

Set forth on a path of blood it shall soon taste.

Why has humanity not seen?

My senses are sharp; thought processes are keen.

The scent of death now fills me within.

Driven by the madness the sickness begins.

I drown in a pitfall of shit and hate.

Releasing this abyss the darkness waits.

Inevitable deaths struggle the sickness looms.

My eyes roll back & the reapers blade brings its impending doom.

Your words burn through my skin and eat away at my soul.

Black tear drops silhouette heavy cries of the burning lust within.

Trapped, the beast takes control and does what instinct predicts.

Soon the wick of the candle becomes limp and no longer burns.

The little boy who once fed off the light for warmth and now embraces the darkness as his new home.

The world now sleeps and dreams of innocence blankets its thoughts.

The rocking chair’s splinters wear thin into my hands.

Open your arms and await my cold embrace.

As the sun sets each individual voice is dead in the silence.

I am melting away slipping through the cracks.

For I am a man; a man made of wax.

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VULGER

Falstaff · Nov 30, 2005, 01:33 AM

this reminds me of some good work I reads in Heavy Metal magazine, as part of an illustrated cartoon series, each frame anchored by each short phrase.....
very good

Nov 29, 2005, 11:54 PM	#1
VULGER DriverHeaven Newbie Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 9 Rep Power: 0	Made of Wax Made of Wax A man sits in a room surrounded by the swirling darkness within. Like a man made of wax, his thoughts spew forth. Lit by the hatred of the world his wick burns short. Soon the hate has found its release. Set forth on a path of blood it shall soon taste. Why has humanity not seen? My senses are sharp; thought processes are keen. The scent of death now fills me within. Driven by the madness the sickness begins. I drown in a pitfall of shit and hate. Releasing this abyss the darkness waits. Inevitable deaths struggle the sickness looms. My eyes roll back & the reapers blade brings its impending doom. Your words burn through my skin and eat away at my soul. Black tear drops silhouette heavy cries of the burning lust within. Trapped, the beast takes control and does what instinct predicts. Soon the wick of the candle becomes limp and no longer burns. The little boy who once fed off the light for warmth and now embraces the darkness as his new home. The world now sleeps and dreams of innocence blankets its thoughts. The rocking chair’s splinters wear thin into my hands. Open your arms and await my cold embrace. As the sun sets each individual voice is dead in the silence. I am melting away slipping through the cracks. For I am a man; a man made of wax. ____________ VULGER __________________

Nov 30, 2005, 01:33 AM	#2
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	this reminds me of some good work I reads in Heavy Metal magazine, as part of an illustrated cartoon series, each frame anchored by each short phrase..... very good __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."