-C.H.E.M.

Death be not proud
To leave this mortal sphere
In fear of chemistry.

For only the strong survive
This horrid mix of science,
Math, and theory.

So, death be not too
Proud to leave
And let my body stay.

I’ve almost left
A thousand times
In a hundred different ways.

So, death
You are my last hope,
My only refuge.

Take me from this
Constant torture
In this huge
Chem. room.