Ah mercury
you linger in my skin
& can I be blamed for shaking up a shadow,
for tearing down myself a little
like moonlight condensed & liquefied
you stare up, laughing from bubbling eyes
of quicksilver
(ah, quickly, & you breathe it in)
Your vapors leave me sharp & brittle.

Quicksilver
and I have no intention
of chasing after lightning
in storms of raging blue.

Quicksilver

and it's sick how I infect me

so thirsty for your alchemy

in hazy veils of mercury;

you can't be blamed for glittering

And slipping through my skin.

A/N: Quickedit is actually much worse than the previous system. How perverse! This has lots of nice indentation and such. Kindly visualize.