In my world, time stands still frozen like flies trapped in amber One perfect moment preserved, just ere the atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber
Poetry without motion, figures stranded Waxen players in this dark drama of the Mouths with terror but breathless to scream No rattle heard, nor parting sors
I am of life through my morbid art For each mannequin was truly alive 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 molded in wax as their lives away More preening to perform in the scenes that I play cast in the moment of dying preserved How they screamed as they met with their fates well
Recreating the of the moment of death My models serve their purpose quite Embalm their bodies in wax, their dying breath the fluids to stave off the smell
Like dolls dance to their own funeral dirge They play out death scenes interminably As prized their in my dark reserve They their secrets only to me
Life eternal in wax was death's decree Suffering for my art, they to me So when their eyes lock with your Look at death or turn away fast
blistered and softened as it was coated and sealed away Another preserved puppet to on the strings that I play The fear ensnared in their countenances I've trapped and memorialized in wax well-woven and wrapped
So sit still in your place at the end of the By my design, death's hand you just out of reach Another player in deathly silent world that I have made Devoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, or speech
Awaiting a terminus never will come You're a marionette bound by my Trussed in this tomb of wax, time here is not done For does not quite end all things
This is my life's work, this still, silent A monument to the fear frozen in a cold, face Take care not to into their eyes, whatever you do When you look deep into death, it sees into you too
Flesh bubbled and scalded, as this molten bath washed life Wax my still-screaming prey Another for my prizing, recast in my mold Features and set as the wax grows stiff and cold