slowly like a car wreck
starting low and deeper than you know exists
a vacuum ball of more than rage so quick
gnawing things you do not know
or why they feel so overcoming
eyes haze at these times
pain like razors chime
and all around is fine
it's not the world or its beauty
it is something beneath the skin
accelerate, this should work again
needle moving and lights start blurring
that growing is melancholy
weaving chess moves at 110
little room for error but I'm alive again
and do not want to get off the ride
blending in again with the sane
I enjoy driving, it is an escape