Massacre in the lab

You trapped me in the fume hood

Acetic anhydride and pent up rage

Bloody lab coat

Broken lab goggles

Bleeding lab notebook

His cologne almost eating me alive

But he’s not in a rush to consume me

He tries to max out the percent error of us

He’s trying to put caution tape around the crime scene

Breaking the glassware reflecting the nights our bodies stirred chemicals together

The solution boiling over because you got caught up in the gossip of us

Sucking me into a vacuum apparatus of dark circles and self sabotage

Tying me to the stake he had his goons carve themselves

A massacre in the lab!