D I V I N I T Y

i am incoherent

I feel fingertips on my collarbones
And I feel
Hands around my throat

And what's the point
Of coming up for a
     Breath
When I'm in over my
     Head

I've seen God, love
He was doing acid in the parking lot of  a 7/11 I've never been to
He dropped his neon halo
And never stopped to
     Pick it up

I apologize
For all my insufferablities  
I apologize
For
All that I can never be
And I
Apologize
For all I have ever been

I'm thinking
I n c o h e r e n t l y
And I don't know where I end or
Begin
Or if I even am
Maybe I never was
Maybe I'll never be agian