The road is as wet, As the trails on her face, The engine setting, A fast steady pace. A heart beat races, Screaming inside, silent, Begging forgiveness, For useless words spent. She swerves all throughout, Her path becoming blurred, Sobs breaking silence, Her pain is well heard. Shoes gripping the floor, Breathing coming in gasps, Eyes open real wide, Pleading with cars passed. She sees nothing now, Through the thick, blood red haze, Her mind is not clear, Hatered in her gaze. But my mind is clear, I can see it all now, As we fly through the streets, I don't wonder how. Though mom is not drunk, Sometimes her rage is worse, To hell we must fly, So death take me first.
iamkitty983 · Thu Mar 13, 2008 @ 03:49am · 0 Comments |