Hello.
I am ready.
(Teach me a new delusion.)
The mind is so full,
but the heart is so empty.

Perhaps, perhaps,
it is time to accept,
any old myth
that I used to reject.

Fill up my emptiness
with delusional bliss.
Give me an enemy
for my bullets to miss.

I'll fire my gun,
rife with belief.
And drift upon
pillows of doubtless sleep.

Knowing that I,
for once, am right.
Having chosen to follow
that arbitrary light.