Indenchured lines
From my sheets
Combine
The cutting thoughts
I had last night

Horizontally pressed
Undertoned with red
Remembering
What I mused
But never said

Like razors and knives
My sheets collide
Like cuts, red stained
I sleep to forget the pain

Apologetic, I prematurely meant it
Magnetic to pain, ironic ain't it?
Turned the car, I crashed

Yet it still functions..

Backup, U-turn, find a new lane
Gun this engine, speed to a junction

No left no right, straight through to any light, how do I function?

Still apologetic, this angel, this demon, this friend and foe, from heaven to hell I wreak havoc so hectic on me and I with my image, these lies, I exist as a living demise

Give me a soul paramedic from an era nostalgic, its denial, selflessly neglectic, this heart prosthetic, shoulda known it, fake smiles curtain call themselves to fall they are a facade of lies sourced from embarrassment, simple self-harrasment in a time gray-hued, undertoned in black I feel my heart, beating strong, fast, under attack..

Drive, just drive, drive and never stop
Foward forever..

Just drive..

"Dont shoot the messenger"
Even if this messenger were to be unknowingly spouting lies
Or giving unwanted information
I beg of you not to shame them
The intentions are only of good
Undertoned with worries of accidental betrayal