Brittle Bones

I’m so long in doubt

I'll fold when the lights go out

If pleasure is just tension relieved
The right words could make me weak at the knees

And I find

In the corners of my mind

A life time

Of men slowly going blind

And I’ll know

When my body’s grey and old

That I’ll grow

Into these brittle bones

I’ll burn through my youth

To turn black and blue

With bare hands I'll search through my mind's only church
With time and with patience, things could have been worse