The Distraction.

Pressing further down the road.

Pressing harder on the petal.

Racing my way-

To the thought of you.

At the end of this road,

I see me coming home.

Back to you.

Gripping the steering wheel,

Bracing for harsh turns,

Listening to the wind-

Blow over the metal of the car.

Your face on the windshield,

Blurring my vision.

Your voice calling me,

Taking my sight.

Off a gaurd rail I drive,

Tumbling down to a condemning abyss.

Dying to the thought of you,

Damned by the thought of you.



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