This is a discordant melody,
Only you can hear.
No two the same,
Mine conjured differently,
From yours.
Let it linger in thy guts,
Festering like nerve gas.
Retching up Bleach & Ammonia,
After drinking Mustard Gas.
What does yours sound like,
I ponder?
Mine?
Faint wind chimes,
I’ll tell only that.
Retching Up Bleach & Ammonia, After Drinking Mustard Gas.
