wolfifi

In my loneliness, the only things I trust Are equipment and statisticsYes, just those…What I can’t seem to process Are the chemicals known as emotionsRepeating tests in glass vials I never draw a consistent resultI’m looking for something new each day I don’t want to see you anymore What will today’s result be? Blue? Red? Or no change at all? I want to explore every probabilityDown my dry throat Pours the burn of dry ice and ethanolAh, yes, just this…Still, my body’s cold I’m all beat up and still, still, I don’t understandI obsessively study Searching for a solid answerThe flame casts a spectacular image As I’d expected, it looks like you...