Numbing my pain with all these pills
This feeling I get seems to give me chills
Can't be sober to go outside
So behind theses drug I will hide
My mind hates me and I know that well
Or I wouldn't need pills to leave this hell

i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god

what do parking lots
and my heart
have in common?

they both feel so much bigger
at five a.m.