• The streets are spiraling and curving
    Friction spikes in the Air
    The lights ahead are swerving
    I know that its not fair

    Splitting screams hurt my ears
    The light burns at my eyes
    The trees go another way
    Pain jolts down my thighs

    The blackness folds upon me
    Like its tucking me into bed
    Fear wells in my heart
    Oh dear god i hope I'm not dead