Well, it's from a poem called "mind and heart," but it's from a book that John Martin shat all over (Come On In!!!!!!), so I'll look and see if we have a manuscript.
True. These two lines are essential.
Without them the two other lines are weak and come off as self-pity.
With them, the whole thing extends to a general agony everywhere.
This is one of Martins finest butcher-jobs he's made.
If you drink from the well of yourself, you'll taste piss, blood, and fear. If you drink from the well of a woman, you'll taste anger, lies, and regret. Pick your poison.
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