Formaldehyde - The Speed of Sound in Seawater

All pests aside

We need formaldehyde

I’d bridge these gaps

If not for mental lapse

Come now

We’ve got to

Cherish these thoughts some how

These ghosts of friends

Increase in increments

Subsurface

Serves no purpose

And the word is

You deserve this

All bets are off

For captured Atlas Moth

The tears run dry

For collared butterfly

Goddess, I know

That I haven’t a lot to show

Subsurface

Serves no purpose

And the worst is

You deserve this

Do you feel bad?

Good

Cause you should

Cause you should

'Neath glass

Your extremities pinned at last

My own

My own