Straight shot to the finish line,
White knuckled on the steering wheel.
Can't see well, But Im feeling fine,
Unstable pedal craze in my heel.
Straight shot from the starting line,
The road blinding my mind.
Can't hear well, But Im feeling fine,
Tearing it all without being kind.
Straight shot at the victory line,
Bloody lips tasting the winds.
Can't breathe well, But Im feeling fine,
Murdering the streets without binds.
My Heart Flys....
Across The Skies....
As My Body....
Falls Into Demise....
But I'm Feeling...
Oh so...
Fine.
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Poetry From Me...
No one seems to read them anymore.
Poems left and right but no where to go.
Either read them...
Or...well...I don't know.
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