the regrets of youth, the grave marked
park the car by the side of the road,the tised of time are smothering him as he is trying to erase the emotion of love but this feeling well never go away and on the book he will one day write, a line for line he is trying to forget, the children he will never have, the family tree hacked into decline, the sister he pushed away and everything looks so perfect tonight as the stars shine down on the plate glase window, headlights burn thru the back of the wind-screen, and he knows it is better off this way, when moderation meet masturbation he thinks of her sitting in a cell of a room, the walls cracked with old paint, a bloodstain on the virgin bed that he set on fire before driving to the over pass, the mother and father try to contact, the telephone wires did not receive, the car are passing in cold blood, a happy family, a solitary truck, another line her face is disappearing, one more line and the name is out of focus, his queen placed him in check, his queen left him to die as she ran off with the king, a knight so valued, a love so denied, and he is calling for the car crash to validate why he is here, his nose stained red, he wished he could wipe the stains off his teeth, the gun by his side is of no use, love bred suicide but he has so much yet to do, so much yet to say, the opening of doors and the walk up the hill, in the night the asphalt is cold, he whispers his fear and watches as the lights of the city spark and flame in the search lights of helicopters, and now he knows they found the wedding party, they found the bullets and with a forced smile he watches his family tree fall to the flames