Car Crash
Here comes the white lights
here comes the car.
It grazes the dark night
like a blinked out star.
Car incoming, blaring its call.
Won't remember anything, nothing at all.
Sirens squeal outside where I lay,
just when I thought that this was my day.
Everything was taken away.
The passenger, once my love,
rammed head-on at full speed,
now a pile of flesh
in the cold, wet reeds.
Thrown from the car, and into the pit,
never next to you now,
on the white bus you sit.
Why wasn't I the one,
to be the attacked
Why was it you,
whose bones cracked?
Only thing of me,
is my my frail body.
Broken heart in hand,
and bury it in the sand.
by
TheDarkShadowposted on 01/19/2009
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