No One Behind the Wheel
Curse inscrutable highways for their immortality,
behind limps the past of desolate reality;
perceived with a hindsight too late for us all,
ahead only graveyards, shadowed by nightfall.
Bug burst emotions, martyred on the screen,
their blood wiped away as if it had never been,
dust devils with sermons to howl at the land,
spew gravel and guilt at the hopeless and damned.
And I drive like a madman and feel snapping bone
fragment in my ribcage yet never atone
for the sins I laid on you, the veins that I bled
hating fate and myself with my heart all but dead.
Out of control speeds this driverless shell
with promises broken and dreams shot to Hell,
an ocean of tears will not say how I feel
heading nowhere with no one behind the wheel.
My poor love yet combusts with a gasoline purge,
undying yet drove with a tortuous surge
for the pain and remorse and the loss I now feel,
heading nowhere with no one behind the wheel.
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