Fizz! It goes like this—

The ghastly cola,

My burning throat,

The life I run from,

Coming back in flames.

The fire surrounds me,

But how could it not?

It comes from the heart,

It comes from the gut

Feeling I got

Every time you’re around.

You don’t even exist,

But how could you not?

You’re in the back of my eyes

Every time that I’m blind.

It’s nothing much, just

Li’l ol’ schizophrenic me

Hallucinating grisly ghostly you,

While drinking effervescent

Sweet soft poison.

At least there is consistency

In the disguised

Wildfire of me—

It all keeps frying, frizzling,

My heart and my throat,

My despair and my greed,

Undivided in flames.

It all mixes up, boy,

Acid reflux

Existencial dread

And the lack of you,

Blurring into my insides.

Eventually, It will end up

Burning me to the ground,

I just hope I could go

With some incandescent

Colors of you

In one last great boom.