Manic yellow and bi-polar green

A million grams

On only 3 days rest

An endless phase

And the words

I spoke

Were littered

With remorse


Don't trust chemical contraception

They fail as much as suicides cure

Your feelings

The melodrama of some lab is

Your source of nutrition now


It feeds off you

It burns your eyes

It eats your flesh

It dries your mouth

It numbs you

Make it all the same


Liquid razor blades

An easy swallow

A force of excretion

Alone and alone

It shares

Your sorrow and it knows

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