I Wondered What I Thought I Was

The One Thing I Was Good At Was Winning Scholarships And Prizes, And That Era Was Coming To An End.

You Ask Me Why I Spend My Life Writing? Do I Find Entertainment? Is It Worthwhile? Above All, Does It Pay? If Not, Then, Is There A Reason?... I Write Only Because There Is A Voice Within Me. That Will Not Be Still.

So I Kiss Him, And There Is The Great Dark Sea Ahead.

Tomorrow I Will Curse The Dawn, But There Will Be Other, Earlier Nights, And The Dawns Will Be No Longer Hell Laid Out In Alarms And Raw Bells And Sirens.

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.