In my waxen world, time still Forever like flies trapped in amber One moment preserved, just ere the kill atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber
Poetry without motion, stranded midstream Waxen in this dark drama of the macabre Mouths agape with terror but breathless to No death rattle heard, nor parting
I am preserver of life my morbid art For each mannequin was alive from the start So if the eyes seem to your gaze as you gawk Know in the eyes of the dead, in their shadow you walk
Cadavers in wax as their lives buried away More preening puppets to perform in the scenes I play Features cast in the moment of dying How they screamed as met with their fates well deserved
Recreating the of the moment of death My models serve their quite well Embalm bodies in wax, capture their dying breath Drain the to stave off the smell
dolls that dance to their own funeral dirge They play out their death scenes As prized their exhibits in my dark They unfold their only to me
Life eternal in wax was death's decree Suffering for my art, surrendered to me So when eyes lock with your gaze unflinchingly at death or turn away fast
Skin blistered and softened as it was coated and sealed Another preserved to prance on the strings that I play The fear ensnared in their captive countenances I've and memorialized in wax well-woven and wrapped
So sit still in your place at the end of the By my design, death's find you just out of reach Another player in deathly silent world that I have made Devoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, or speech
a terminus that never will come You're a bound by my strings Trussed in this tomb of wax, your here is not done For time does not end all things
This is my life's work, this still, silent A monument to the fear frozen in a cold, waxen Take not to stare into their eyes, whatever you do When you deep into death, it sees back into you too
Flesh bubbled and scalded, as this molten bath washed life Wax covered my prey Another for my prizing, recast in my mold Features harden and set as the wax grows stiff and