Many Times Bitten, Forever Shy

The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. - Thoreau

Step inside my abandoned head.

Peek into my cob-webbed soul.

Don't worry 'bout the poisonous spiders.

Pay them no mind.

No.

Just brush them aside.

Pull a loose, silken thread on the hoodie of my heart and watch me unravel.

I've swallowed so much over the years that I have indigestion.

See my mind explode

and the dusty, cluttered attic of my pain vomit ...

... like Halley's combustible comet ...

I like the intro (first 47 seconds) and especially the ending (5:00 - end) of this song.

Author's Note

“Philanthropy is. . . greatly overrated. A pain in the gut is not sympathy for the underprivileged, but the result of eating a green apple; the philanthropist gives to ease his own pain.” - Thoreau