sulfur erupts through my skin
Speaking of the hell within
Smalls bursts of venom
Composed of words I dare not say.
What dilutes sulfuric fire
What is it that can drive it out the body
Is it too much I Me Me Mine
and not enough interaction
that clogs my pores to unbreathing
We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James
