27 October 2012
Bitter as fresh lemon, Icy water after mint, With a tablespoon of table salt, I'm bitter, get the hint?
I will thread your tongue with wires, And electrify your voice, I will bludgeon out your every word, Of that, you have no choice.
I am bitter as a gale, In the middle of a storm, Snow and sleet, frost, rain and hail, I will shatter you with scorn.
Every glare will bring an ice age, To that cage around your heart, And your canvas will fall victim, To my condescending art.
I can burn you with a handshake, Stare you down to Timbuktu, Every silence will degrade, My mercy, slowly draining you.
Fool, think fast, think on your head, You're nothing but a little critter, When confronted with the power, That amounts when I am bitter.
Bitter • Opuss № I