My trembling outline

Has shed
8 ounces of salt
2 pristine eardrums
1 lifetime of compassion

Is filled with mere
3 hours of sleep
1 loving meal
And 15 tonnes of tar black rage

That I didn’t know
Until today
Make sturdy timber
For burning slow but unrelenting

All I am waiting for
Is an excuse
To drown my void in gasoline
And gasp my last breath
To light the fuse

Test me

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