I Am Disabused Of All

I’ll Never Speak To God Again.

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

It Was My First Big Chance, But Here I Was, Sitting Back And Letting It Run Through My Fingers Like So Much Water.

I Am Disabused Of All Faith, And See Too Clearly.

Masks Are The Order Of The Day - And The Least I Can Do Is Cultivate The Illusion That I Am Gay, Serene, Not Hollow And Afraid.