car wreck sonata
it;s like filling of breath
as we drive past the scene
where they danced
Oh they danced
their bodies hand in hand
as they collide
the music flows
i can hear your soundtrack
conducted by squealing tires
and broken brakes
you dream on
you dream on
this track was always
my favorite piece
you didn;t pull back this time
she didn;t hesitate
as you collided in this
beautiful synch
the metal pierces
the glass shatters
your world;s painted red
in front of your eyes
it was always her favorite color
the unsuspecting victim fell in
through the side
he joined the collision
as his sad life flashed upon his eyes
he felt at home for once for this small point in time
he smiled as he crashed
the boy lived while the others died
to this day he wished he didn’t
he wants to hack away, to carve to the bone
to release a river of blood on his bedroom floor
he is too weak to take it
the razor met his vein as it slid through
he watched the red blood flow onto his shirt
he remembered it was her favorite color
the soundtrack played,
beautifully orchestrated.
he felt the glass wall shatter upon his head
as he remembered the feeling of being home
he remember leaving the car
when he walked to the lovely girl
and asked “are you ok”
she simply replied
“I;m ok, I like the pain. Walk away before you feel it too.”
as she smiled and her head fell down
onto the blood tainted dash
he sat and stared at the lovely girl for
what seemed to be forever.
the boy still wonders what it would be like
if he didn;t join the wreck
if he had hit the brakes a second before
would he have been happier he never experienced it?
would that moment of happiness be worth the pain that followed?
would the pretty girl have even really looked him
in the way he wanted?
would he miss not having the scars?
would he…?
the tracks on repeat
the song still skips
but it is his favorite
it may play till the day he dies
whether on the out or inside
the song plays as he danced
as he danced
as he danced
as we drive past the scene
where they danced
Oh they danced
their bodies hand in hand
as they collide
the music flows
i can hear your soundtrack
conducted by squealing tires
and broken brakes
you dream on
you dream on
this track was always
my favorite piece
you didn;t pull back this time
she didn;t hesitate
as you collided in this
beautiful synch
the metal pierces
the glass shatters
your world;s painted red
in front of your eyes
it was always her favorite color
the unsuspecting victim fell in
through the side
he joined the collision
as his sad life flashed upon his eyes
he felt at home for once for this small point in time
he smiled as he crashed
the boy lived while the others died
to this day he wished he didn’t
he wants to hack away, to carve to the bone
to release a river of blood on his bedroom floor
he is too weak to take it
the razor met his vein as it slid through
he watched the red blood flow onto his shirt
he remembered it was her favorite color
the soundtrack played,
beautifully orchestrated.
he felt the glass wall shatter upon his head
as he remembered the feeling of being home
he remember leaving the car
when he walked to the lovely girl
and asked “are you ok”
she simply replied
“I;m ok, I like the pain. Walk away before you feel it too.”
as she smiled and her head fell down
onto the blood tainted dash
he sat and stared at the lovely girl for
what seemed to be forever.
the boy still wonders what it would be like
if he didn;t join the wreck
if he had hit the brakes a second before
would he have been happier he never experienced it?
would that moment of happiness be worth the pain that followed?
would the pretty girl have even really looked him
in the way he wanted?
would he miss not having the scars?
would he…?
the tracks on repeat
the song still skips
but it is his favorite
it may play till the day he dies
whether on the out or inside
the song plays as he danced
as he danced
as he danced