Arsenic and Myrrh

I season my arsenic, let the
Nose carry the burden of
Judge, jury and executioner.



I sniff you, the whiff of rage
Turns me. Turns me. Turns
Me on and with a rising pulse
I show you…. my
Back.



I season my arsenic, without
Tears and myrrh I carry on.
Chloroform and the best of



Intents



Keeps me



Going.