How much sulfur can soak through my feet?
How many old souls have to die young?
I have arms for the lost souls. I feel as if
I will be alone forever, experiencing one child
and one man or woman at a time.
I feel as if I have only come to observe.
That I have set myself up as a willing-unattainable.
So that I might reach into your intimate mind, cum
and let go for the next line of sight in the spectrum.
I have too much heart to give this void.
I have too much gut for protection.
I don't discard through lack of interest.
I discard because some giant, epic excuse
manifests itself exactly when I need it to.
Fuck.
