
centuries of birthdays marinate my flesh
age of my bones are merely a facade
age of my soul, never ends
young of years and old at heart.
dont argue, im relentless
i have better things to do
my memories are endless
too many, for time so few.
take comfort in a time so distant
that never involved your existence
were i can still feel innocent
i AM infinite
your a sorry discgrace
separate you from your manlyhood
shove it in your OWN damn face
make sure im understood