Racing down the highway,
My breath beings to shallow,
86 mph I know my way,
The bends and curves no longer lead to tomorrow,
It's hard to breath as I sway,

I want to hit a tree,
I want to be free.

Racing past feelings that are astray,
My momentary marrow slowly begins to hallow,
86 my life's exponential decay,
The end rests in my sorrow,
It's this mindset that can no longer stay,

I want to hit a tree,
I want to be free.

Racing to call bay,
My pulse fractures with the swoons of a cello,
86 times I will be told it's okay,
It's this that is my hero,

I want to hit a tree,
I want to be free.

Racing towards the tree's way,
My attempt a pseudo,
86...87...88...I count until I am just okay,
It's the concerto which ends my throe,

*I do not hit that tree,
I am free,
I and death divorcées.