The air is thin, There's so many miles Behind me. I barely feel A smile inside me. Why can't I be driving south? I want to open this door so I Just fall out. But when you packed my car, You went in the back and Buckled up your heart. Do you want me to drive away With it? Now I understand why God Died. The Demon's Waiting on your porch. Go ahead and light a make shift Torch. When I left He went in your room and Stayed there for the night. I felt chills in my bones, The breath I saw is Not mine. My skin wasn't Made to play these games. I saw them, torch in hand. They laid out what they had Planed. They can take my life, Just not yours. The air is thin, The jar you gave me a jar With your hear in it. Do you Want me to take it? Well, now I know why God died.
Inspired by: A Car, A Torch, A Death by Twenty One Pilots Hopefully not too plagiarized.