Chemistry

Chemistry is a fire that consumes me, 
I can't hide from its power over me. 
Not too bright, doesn't think about the ending, 
Or the rest of the incompatibilities. 
 
Maybe someday, I'll run away, 
From what my flesh is telling me. 
That demon spell, I know so well, 
That sells me into slavery. 
 
Down the river, of my senses, 
Left defenseless, hung up to dry. 
Forced to face the consequences, 
Of the scent that covers my eyes.