The Oxygen Effect

These lyrics are so virgin,
And I'm here on the verge of,
Blasting my whole skull, brains off,
But wait, something has happened.
Returned with such a message,
A mishap full of uncertainty.
A lyrical virgin’s virginity,
Stolen and put inside of a box,
Full of sweaters and unworn socks.
Dehydration symptoms overtaken,
By drops of nail polish remover.
Teeth that bleed redness,
Scream deafly for help.
A cool breeze invading one's warmth,
Is another man's relief.
Grammatically incorrect decisions,
With side effects far greater than you can imagine.
A loner's touch is blinding,
Filling one's eye sockets with wonder.
Dedication on his part so vaguely appreciated,
Yet admired with a pinch of shock.
Nevertheless, the oxygen effect refuels depression,
Transforming it into an obsession with expression.