Are you a deserted island or blue and soaked in tears?
I know of a drug that truly heals the disease soul
Dry bones propels around it even after it being broken
Choked thorax breaths healthily even after it was soldered
It resides by the corner where condemn irons bleed rust
It makes valuable from the core of the iron’s smelted ore
It clears the air, proving there is a soulmate for everyone
It is crazy, it is foolish and worth it when found
For in the furnace of the heart, it is quintessence
And although it makes no sense, it is best explained by itself.