Wax

silent whispers scarcely describe,

your initiation swallowed up

with hope that deteriorated so long ago

falling further into separation.

Take a destined walk, the path you've been put on

and let it take you, fate trickles

boiled black oil-wax

chasing oxygen down your throat

and while you consume the taste

absorbed, lips to mouth sighing frozen 

desperation, rash tongue pierces regret

a moment and it's over, model of wax

your feelings are none.  

Author's Note

Take that moment; timeless reaction ticks over, again... just wait till you're frozen, wax and no more will it be so.

Reviews

[Nobody.]

this is pure and powerful...around line 6 you take it to a-WHOLE-nother level!

starting with the wax....and that last line is like a snake bite.

brilliant man.