I used to close my eyes and pray
that the car I was in would crash
and then I would cry because
I didn’t want to die, but this life couldn’t last.
See, pretty much all of my past
was a tragedy, full of imperfect eulogies,
and I just needed some fatal travesty,
along with some medication and a few other amenities.
When are these memories to fade?
They seem to stay the same,
regardless of the day.
Sometimes they come to life in the shadows of the night,
so I’d close my eyes and pray,
that the car I was in would crash.