Paraffin Wax

my darkness encroaches in
turning their eyes from pitch-black
to sparkling white, banshee screams
"Let me out!"

the music smells like a tributary
where the water ends, shout on
you voices from the beyond...
for there's aggravation in the air
aggression on the airwaves.

with a flood of aggression
closer we are to edit, fingering
dials and diodes, the rhythm
bores into your frontal lobe

like a rusty spike, probing
through cavities, sealing thoughts
with wax