Wax

Stinging liquid drips down my sides,
Burning me, forming a mushy blob at my feet.
Melted on my insides,
It scalds me with it’s sickening tremble.
Flames rush through me,
Coursing through my veins,
Impaling me, and unveiling my deepest secrets
A hot ashy smoke rises from my mouth,
Causing the sky above me to look like a volcanic eruption
I gasp, choke, sputter, but it only makes it worse
There’s pain like a wolf digging out through my heart
That has become soft and squishy in this melting process.
The flame singes the string leading to my destruction,
And my melted skin refuses to subside it’s unwavering flow.
The fire reaches my puddle of flesh,
And dies.

That's a great poem.

Thanks, Summer.

It is amazing.

Thanks, Eileen. xD You've already read this, though, so yeahh...

I. Freaking. Love. That.

Thanks. It's sorta dark...

It is, but it's a beautiful poem.

It is.

Thank you. *dramatic bow*

You're welcome. *dramatic applause*