bliumchik | Ex-Voice Post: poem/song snippet

I made a little wax thing. It was you.
I pushed my fingerprints into the skin
and left it in the sun
to dream you less than ice, to get beneath
your carapace.

The thing is you think little
of the candle-people, but they think of you.
The wood yearns for the nail
and saw. I lied
when I said you were what you are. You're not.

You were meant to melt for me at noon
but in the end
I guess it's only paraffin and food dye
and you're just as made of stone
as yesterday.

Yeah so, I tried recording this with guitar but apparently you can't hear my voice unless I hold the mic right up to my face. Which sort of takes up one of the hands I need to play the guitar. You see my dilemma. So I tried it with just voice but between the shitty sound quality and my fail without accompaniment it wasn't really worth it. Have the poem.