just miles and miles of emptiness on this road that leads to nowhere the shine of headlights revealing your inner skin the tires hissing madly on a wet, angry street
there is no second chance thought to be dolled out in an existence mute with anguish
you are so far away just now lost somewhere in these clouds that gather with knowing darkness above the gleaming lights dancing on the hood of this car
there is no second chance Mr. Indignity the words won't return by way of your apologies
just miles and miles of anger this miscommunication my nightly supper this road beneath us a taunting illusion
for we go nowhere
despite the fires we start your haste will smother my wintery heart will conquer until nothing is left but silence and a sobering darkness
just miles and miles of emptiness in this sea of faltered hope it all feels so pointless in light of my distance
I will the clouds to bear down and crush my shoulders beneath their mighty existence so that I'll no longer have to carry your burdensome weight
you can't stand the glittering city lights and the tall walls pressing in around you I imagine the same way you can't stand having me too close too often my eyes glitter like city lights and you turn away in disgust
you assume me to be a smothering black hole of crime and poverty you will me to be a faint glimmer in the background like a mountain you can't escape but at least you're so far away you don't have to climb it
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