Crackle

I am an artist
The doll of melodramatic stories
Moving me well with its wire
I am an entertainer as well
Present my beutiful teeth is my hobby
Between all of my ridiculous hobbies
I am happy to use it
Thousand of polka-dot blouse
Layering every single of my bodies
No exception
Then the musician talk to me
How should i do with this melody
But I am a stiff
No movement obviously
But damn it you've did it
Poisoned me well drag into your fake valley
I am swaying in your horror song
While you're changing into
I've tied and  barely breath
But something inside whisper to me
Echoes impressively
Crackling
Then I realize
I am on fire