I am lemon sour,
Sarcasm and spice,
Nettle, thorn of flower,
Anything but nice,
I am cold, dry humour,
Menthol sting on mint,
Salt and ice with luck of dice,
Are you getting the hint?
I am scalding coffee,
Burning back of tongue,
Orange flavoured medicine,
And black smoke in the lung,
I am sleet and hail,
I am kitten's hiss,
Phantom's banshee wail,
And the thoughts that block pure bliss,
I am acid's energy,
Scalding palm of hand,
Raging storms that cast sheet rain,
Across the frozen land,
I am broken seashells,
All scattering the shore,
Piercing through your shoes like glass,
And making blood lust draw,
I am forest's shadow,
Outline upon your eyes,
Spiking mind with shallow thoughts,
And darkened, draining lies,
I am scythe of reaper,
The voice in Karma's head,
Making sure the songs are sung,
For Karma to see red.
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