They come in shifting tides of low to high and back again.
Wavering wavelengths of unpredictable measures, the ultimate uncertainty principal.
Like sound which moves from one pitch to the next it is so complex.
Like Schrodingerβs cat there one day and the next all that is left is **** and a dead feline.
In time you may realize these chemical lies, though sweet cannot compete with your biology,
But mostly you will devour me and spit me out savagely, calling me the messenger of things you do not want to hear as you bury me in heartbreaking isolation and obscurity.