The Funeral Artist

Never was a man.

Never felt things.

Never was invited.

Never a son.

Never a friend.

Never able to walk away from the car accident.

In the nights my fears drive fast.

Never a close call.

Head first into the abyss.

Walls crumble.

Teeth Crack.

Stumbling, crawling, laughing.

Never able to get the joke.

Pull me from the flames.

Never had a life.

Never was it mine.

This waltz.

Never had sea legs.

Every night you find me face down.

Never feel any pain.