Like a convex lense gives an inward cast,
focus is a needle-jab way to say
you've reached my site of saturation
and the syringe slips subcutaneous
in tragic accupuncture, piercing
my skin to poison me
with 3 c.c.s of bleach.

Only death-lust teeth eat lethal sweet treats,
dying for a taste
and I hope my life's a waste
now that I'm too poison to consume.