In A Coma, You Don't Dream, You

Some Days I Feel Like I'm An Atheist. Most Days, I Feel Like An Agnostic. On A Very Rare Day, I Feel Like I'm A Believer In Something.

I Always Embrace The Worst-case Scenario.

And Me I'm In My Bedroom Drawing In My Notebook Because My Hand Thinks I'm An Artist But My Heart Knows I'm A Poet It's Just Words They Mean So Little To Me.

We Made Love On The Living Room Floor With The Noise In The Background Of A Televised War And In That Defeaning Pleasure I Thought I Heard Someone Say If We Walk Away They'll Walk Away

I Went Right From Wunderkind To Washed Up. Old. Been Around Too Long. That's Just The Way I Feel. That's My Internal Dialogue.