Recipe For Skullduggery

cravings, like niggling whispers, flit on covered tables skitter on the floorboards shiver nerves like humming cables racing up my backbone trembling spinal pathways as I dive for pantry's knob in a glucose fired craze tearing through the shelving jumping for the flour cracking eggs like gunshots batter stacked like sugar'd towers but wait! oh, no! there's something wrong a final crucial piece! recipe's cruel words laugh off the page will this torture never cease?! "...paraffin for stable rounds synthesize the compound well melted into pyrex mixing bowls..." I swear I fell another level in Hell slashing through the shelving, (broke the icebox's fragile handle) finally, with fevered eye, spot her stash of scented candles by now I'd reached a fever'd pitch impatient I just tossed the batter in staring at the brutish countdown nervous capered guilty sin at last my tortured moments over with these steaming treats cackling like a madman at this half-baked pastry feat but flaccidly they fell off spatula and spoon crumbled burnt and formless I swear I cried out like a loon! but no set back could stop me as I snatched up those candle stacks biting crumbled chocolate pieces while gnawing chunky scented wax sated, I sit gluttonous sprawled out on the floor burbled aromatic belches gob of wax sat at my core! when she came down looking for a fruity sconce to put next to bed I shrug and counsel guiltily we could just touch a match right to my head...