Manic yellow and bi-polar green

Eighty milligrams

On only two days rest

An endless phase

And the words

I spoke

Were littered

With remorse

Don't trust chemical contraception

It fails as much as suicides cure feelings

The melodrama of casual sex

Is the source of my nutrition now

It feeds off you

It’ll burn your eyes

It eats your flesh

It’ll dry your mouth

It numbs you

Liquid razor blades

An easy pill to swallow

A force of excretion

Alone and it alone

Can share anonymously

Your sorrow

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