Skittering out of control on a path far lost and forgotten...
Slipping headlong to your destiny and what you've gotten...
Spinning round in maddening circles off the road
and time is somehow miraculously slowed...
Seconds run for minutes as your hands grip tight
and the impact is something of at the speed of light.
Flying glass and twisted metal around...
as you skitter discombobulated on the ground...
Sparks and smoke, whims and prayers...
as the asphalt strips away the outer layers...
Grinding to a halt in the dead of night
after gravity got to greedily take it's bite...

12/18/2001

Posted on 12/18/2001
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