Chemistery

I am not summer
but sadness
not a blessing in disguise
but a naked curse
not vibrant life
but a trip in the hurst

A thirsty chemical
you wont resemble
the self of yesterday
the one who used to play
in fields of green
I am unforeseen decay
you disappear before me



I am not sweet honey
I am the filth of money
not the washed and loved
but the piss-stained loathing
unwashed, unclothed


I am the reason no mirror exists
no need for long-stare views
you'll be the freak they accuse
with cut-caged ramblings
and, i'll only laugh


Death, you've seen me
crawl across your lips
bathe inside your vein's
breathe you out of air
I am the dust of earth
the salt of the wound
I come at night
just to tease you
bathe, but never cleanse you
haunt you even in your pissing's
ill hunt you
wither you to decay
you are my prey
ill rape you
take you
and eat you alive
now crawl master
sewage filth awaits.