Heart

He's got something to say, so he's just gonna say it, his battery is about to die, so he'll try to lay it down pretty quick. He gets distracted a bit, but knows what's gotta be done, his ego is growing back, but it can't make its way. Life's better like this, like now. He won't do it, he gets a thought and forgets it, he lights another stick and enjoys it. He hates you all, but he treats you with love, he wants to eat your guts, but he knows you're disgusting. The rain soothes him, the smoke calms him, the world around him is a blur, a cool, humid window. He can't stand to hear you, but he listens with a passion. He feels your deepest pains, and if he can't, he will try to. He sits alone on the patio, admiring gods words, his wisdom, his nothing.