Saccharine poison
Day eight. Princes' Gates.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Cuts mutilating my hands; each stings with the sickening sweetness of brown, carbonated liquid.
Face sore from smiling all the freaking time.
Mouth dry from repeating "No, C2 only comes in bottles."
Sticky nametag, eternal red of the uniform.
Heil Coca-Cola.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Cuts mutilating my hands; each stings with the sickening sweetness of brown, carbonated liquid.
Face sore from smiling all the freaking time.
Mouth dry from repeating "No, C2 only comes in bottles."
Sticky nametag, eternal red of the uniform.
Heil Coca-Cola.