The road is blackened with the remains Remains of a treacherous act. The tarmac discolored Pinstriping of blood Chunks of glass Scraps of metal Dried flesh Withered by the baking sun Why was it you and not me? As I peer into my psyche There only exists the dark haunting Corridors of vicious eternity One two three drinks There went my mind Into the maelstrom of stupidity Never again shall I call you friend Never again shall I dream of sandy beaches Only the twisted pieces of metal And your contorted frame Lying next to me
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Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2003
Exquisite piece. Holds onto you and punches you at the end.
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