House Of Wax Poem by brutal sickthermic saint

Disunited disproportionate love faded.
Only roots of my consolation dug by acid rain, raptured.
I woke up in panther's parade no more honey dreams.
Open up the cartains, visibility blurred by sun beams.
Landlord, mother, disputitious, ill-tempered made me sick.
Importunate commands ascaped her mouth like parachutists invading.
If i dwell in this cage of wax, let dragons exhale fires to melt it down.
Too many wishes passing me by like horses with glittery wings i can't ride.
I wish i born in madeira's empire where sweetness rains,
but in this bottomless breath-blocking pit, landlord reigns.
Can i spam-block her so my brain controller men can nap?
Extroverted, with pain fuelled sentences hanging over my ear flaps.
Iam sick though i'm not green b'cause i brown.
Wana push the period to end of world, melt it down so wi all drown.
R.I.P to my mobile, ritually murded and shattered to battle agains the wall.
Ressuracted, not that you know of.
In this house i born with zombies.
Somebody save me...