r33hash
11-27-2006, 02:24 PM
What direction am I taking? Which way am I nonstop tanking? Why does life do all this tweeking? Change of direction so swift and sweeping. I hate not knowing my purpose on Earth. Not knowing why I was placed here in the first place. Not knowing which path to dodge or take. Not understanding so much that I brake.
Hit the brakes. I swerve and I grate and shift and I shake as my car spins uncontrollably like the wake of a hurricane breaking against the walls of my mind. My car slides sideways and I become blinded by the alcohol and the demerol and the intoxicated blurs of walls and street lights flying by.
Panic is nonexistant in a persistant stubborn head such as mine. I just lay back and watch the scene, instead of trying to save myself or my car or my life. I simply enjoy the ride, waiting for a pause or a slam or an explosion or a warm hand ready to save me from the aftermath. My neck cracks as I smack something with a force so strong it torques my entire body.
Motionless. Darkness. Smoke-filled atmosphere surrounding my ever unclear thought process that now seems so surreal. I think I'm dying. But with dying comes light blinding that feels so warm and calm, unlike the world that holds me in its palms.
Palms... pulling me from the wreckage. The smoke filled destitution that my car now resembles. The light fades and the world remains. The things I've come to hate return to me through grates of unblurring vision late this evening. As I lie there, depressed and distraught, she flows into my view like a ghost in the dark. The girl that ditched me so long ago, ditched her new life to let me know, that even in darkness, angels always prevail. She will remain my angel, until my heart finally fails.
Hit the brakes. I swerve and I grate and shift and I shake as my car spins uncontrollably like the wake of a hurricane breaking against the walls of my mind. My car slides sideways and I become blinded by the alcohol and the demerol and the intoxicated blurs of walls and street lights flying by.
Panic is nonexistant in a persistant stubborn head such as mine. I just lay back and watch the scene, instead of trying to save myself or my car or my life. I simply enjoy the ride, waiting for a pause or a slam or an explosion or a warm hand ready to save me from the aftermath. My neck cracks as I smack something with a force so strong it torques my entire body.
Motionless. Darkness. Smoke-filled atmosphere surrounding my ever unclear thought process that now seems so surreal. I think I'm dying. But with dying comes light blinding that feels so warm and calm, unlike the world that holds me in its palms.
Palms... pulling me from the wreckage. The smoke filled destitution that my car now resembles. The light fades and the world remains. The things I've come to hate return to me through grates of unblurring vision late this evening. As I lie there, depressed and distraught, she flows into my view like a ghost in the dark. The girl that ditched me so long ago, ditched her new life to let me know, that even in darkness, angels always prevail. She will remain my angel, until my heart finally fails.