Car Crash Embossed In Blue
by Mike Pollock
I've got two eyes...
and through angry spider webbed glass
I can see a homeless soul
trapped behind self-loathing hate
Terrified veins run
through half-beating hearts
I can hear pulsing prayers
beat...beat... don't stop
But this creature of darkness
so close he could be kin
Is scarred and not finished
he's broken down
and fighting just to breath
Calloused is his soul
as the palms of his hands
and as bleeding and red
as the knuckles of his fists
Oh, such a train wreck in flesh
Could you avert your eyes if
you knew the end was near?
I'm hanging on...
but I'm waiting for the impact
Waiting to feel the cold rain
of disappointment
the freezing drive of
hate and resentment...
If I could pray for one thing...
Just one, simple little thing
It'd be that this mirror tells lies
Just once... one little lie...
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