This is the part that I should love the most
This is where all my reclusive thoughts should appear.
This is when I stop at the boiling point.
212 degrees drawing near.
This is my selfishness ready to seep
out into and over the pot of despair.
This is my heart saying no to the fall,
and my mind not ready to reason with fair.
I want to change into a tempting release
before Sylvia takes over and clutches my soul.
To grab a hold of that which sums, before sinking
into the bottomless Plutonian hole.
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