Bildungsro-wtf

Twenty four arms, black and void
all from my center writhing,
While unknowable electric pulses
center in my spine And,
towering tall, grotesque in might,
Unfairly thriving I drink deeply,
my skin laps up blist'ring sunlight
and it tastes ambrosial sweet so
I am spoiled, Soft delight
runs ever through me without end
I claw up awful craggy heights
I hang by thin unfaithful thread
Yet I cannot remember fear
I am a blessed fool, naive,
And I will drop dead hearty hale
the day I choose to dig my grave
So I glitter black and cold
Controlling hunger, lust, and fright
All this the Gods gave up to me for
meager,
broken
Human
sight