Chemistry kits, for us the grown kids.

Chemistry kits, for us the grown kids.

A Poem by ColorblindMartian.

Why must disease ridden chemistry, festering and infecting, destroy everything.

 

Reaching me, and disecting everything that makes me, flow with this energy.

Sick, and in love. You are a junkie to this rush of blood. Waiting for some flood of lies to

release, and to give free, to every last living cell inside me!

© 2011 ColorblindMartian.


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ColorblindMartian.
ColorblindMartian.

Riverton, , UT



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