The hopelessness to habit!
The childishness of suicide!
So this pit forms in my stomach
A womb for uncertainty
A horseshoe crab in its shell
Yes, my soul pulls at you
Like the needle of a compass
(when we shake her, she wavers!)
O, G-d! The soul proves itself!
And so the horseshoe crab points at you.
fire off some set some on fire 