we slip away, in a sleep of rhythmic breaths
darkness consuming the room
but one corner basking in light
tall glass, deep purple wax
so long being burned, a ring of black surrounds
top of the glass, black, but not masking smell
flickering in and out, in tune with the flame
as the candle burns we sleep
as the candle burns dreams soar
fragrance so fine
flirting with my lungs, playing hard to get
even as it burns low, light still as strong
smell still as rich, as the candle burns

there are no voids in me
only furnished rooms awaiting company
room in my foot, so we can dance amongst the stars
my knee, so we can crawl along beaches of gold
my thigh, so we can glide over silk sheets
my belly, so we can digest the world
my chest, so we can breath adventure
my neck, so we can sing melodies of love
my ears, to hear your every sound
my eyes, to see every beautiful movement
my nose, to smell the intoxicating scent called you
my mouth, to taste your lips
and my head, to be filled with memories, of you

treat me like an animal
don't act like an animal
time turns mind to mush
implanted impressions
like footprints on a muddy mess of a mind
stamp the mark of madness on the base of my skull
enter a room, wear it like a flower in my hair
spring kissed my neck
the nectar of my skin burnt away
summer sun stole my fingerprints
guess I'm done being, me
fall covered me with leaves, sent a chill to my spine
all I do is shake, tremble, fall
winter froze my eyelids
no more shutting them to hid away
treat me like an animal
time to act like one
step where you like
I'll wear your footprints like a necklace
draped over my heart
mark of madness, now mark of me
scowl, growl, bark, howl
my voice like shards of glass
pierce your ears until...
mind of yours turned to mush
you treated me like an animal
now you hate that I act like one

Hair of black, fingers like wax
soft, slimy on skin
sticks of candy, sugar sweet touches
landmine bones, cracking when worn
sliding over cracks in your smile
fill them with wax, drops of gold
now shimmering smile, you have
given by fingers of wax
complain of the smell
honeysuckle scents so invasive
spreading like disease in slow motion
fill you up entirely, with my fingers of wax
slime covered cape, take you places
go ahead, you know wax doesn't bite
(in a way you would know)
wax, given you a real smile
my landmine bones, too worn
your wax smile, too much like mine
now I give you, fingers of wax
go slide over the cracks in another's smile
tell her to complain of the smell
then giver her fingers, fingers of wax

how you caress the flames
burning fingers as you smile
as the tip burns blue
spark of an eye, it sees you
likes the way you hold it
light so enchanting, warmth so surrounding
an all-encompassing pleasure
heart mimicking flame
when skin boils, bones melt
beautiful suffering
as the tip burns blue
eyes gone wild, feet planted firmly
fire, tells tales of running
legs, forgetting it could
every breath, breathing life back into the flame
every heartbeat, earthquake inside
when you caress the flames and your fingers burn
think of release, but stay enchanted

So skillful with strings of silk
Give the world an illusion of life
Seeming to move like me
Seeming to look like me
Mr. Puppeteer
Elegant in his wrists
Passion dripping from his finger tips
All knowing of expectations
The show of a lifetime
Only let's you see it once
Mr. Puppeteer
I saw your silk covered chains
Shouldn't have painted my eyes with such life
I touched your elegant wrists
Shouldn't have made them so cold
I tasted the passion from your fingertips
Tastily sour, unsettling
Illusion of life only works if controlled
Funny, your smile was painted on too
Mr. Puppeteer
I see the holes in your limbs
See the dangle of your legs
Why are your eyes wiped away
You couldn't get away either

An untainted breath fills my lungs
Tingling from an unexpected breeze
The moon so curved to the point
I imagine my body
Silhouette matching the moon
Dark colours invading my eyes
Bringing my senses to life
Wet grass so curved to the point
My body's imprint lay there lifeless
Wet grass cold to the touch
Shiver sent goosebumps
Chasing each other in a game of tag
Your lips so curved to the point
Fingers opening to the sight
I only want to know of curved lips
Eclipse of a mouth
As foggy mirrors lay in between
Stars like bonfires of reaching wood
Covering me in an unfamiliar scent
Asking each moment to be followed
By an even greater gift
This life so curved to the point
Destination
Give me journey