My Chemical Romance: Mr. Erlenmeyer, Your Flask is Broken

You broke my heart like the snapping of glass tubing into two
And like shattered pieces of broken cylinders
The graduations would never be the same.

Now the methyl red blood on my veins flow in half-drops
Since you wanted a perfect pink in your solution
Of colorless acid, with fumes like clouds of unknown concentration
And only you could answer.

So burn my white creased gown with the tip of a blue flame
And describe your preparations in a meaningless report
It’s so easy for you, you’re even getting bored
But me, I always get purple overruns

So let me stare at the walls of moles of cement powder
Until you decide to clean-up and leave.