Wax Man

You're made of wax
An image of a man
Straight from a mold
And headed for the can.

You can't feel warmth
Nor warmth can you give
You can't truly interact
You haven't learned to live.

You're an imitation
A deliberate minimality
Only giving what you must
Trying to fool Reality
 

You nick at the slightest touch
Which you don't bother to repair
So you're simply a mess
Act as thought you don't care

Cold wax seems solid
But offers no support
If you try trust a wax man
It's danger that you court

For when things heat up
A wax man disappears
Into a puddle at your feet
Screaming promises in you ears.

                            ---unAsleep