8 August 2012

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.

MelchiorJ13Lemon Sour • Opuss № I