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The drive From Orange County to Los Angeles Had never been so long. Broken wipers Black drugs Psychotic episodes Wet roads And “This is it.” (I thought) “I’m going to die this way.” High Too thin Frightened And Without a Home He continues to speed North Trying to get his emotions to go South And I’m frozen in the passenger seat I smell of dirt *** And blood Spiraling into the abyss I tried to remember his eyes Inside the elevator I stared his way, But only the drugs gawked back I prayed to a God I’d never seen Begging to be saved from My own decisions. The demons pounded on the van Some more They weren’t going to rest Tonight. Tonight We were dressed in black The van shrouded in it Tonight We belonged to them “This is it” I inhaled the fumes And surrendered.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
The Interstate
The drive From Orange County to Los Angeles Had never been so long. Broken wipers Black drugs Psychotic episodes Wet roads And “This is it.” (I thought) “I’m going to die this way.” High Too thin Frightened And Without a Home He continues to speed North Trying to get his emotions to go South And I’m frozen in the passenger seat I smell of dirt *** And blood Spiraling into the abyss I tried to remember his eyes Inside the elevator I stared his way, But only the drugs gawked back I prayed to a God I’d never seen Begging to be saved from My own decisions. The demons pounded on the van Some more They weren’t going to rest Tonight. Tonight We were dressed in black The van shrouded in it Tonight We belonged to them “This is it” I inhaled the fumes And surrendered.
Written a month after an extensive ****** binge and having been ***** - October 2007
#fear#death#anxiety#cheating#affair#despair#panic#anguish#neardeath
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
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