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[margox]

Driving Through Ghosts

Blessed is the one who has no soul
Incapable of sentiment
And who can break a heart without blinking.
You start the car with my keys and I am left standing outside in February.

You laugh a sinner's laugh
Filled with more joy than I could hope to possess
And it breaks my heart everytime.
I yell at you to stop, but instead you just run me over.

How lucky is the man who's heart is fully intact
Without a bruise or scratch
And many loves forgotten.
You were driving and I could barely be seen in your rear view mirror.

Cursed are my tears;
They fall mercilessly
And will only cease for your kisses.
You put the car into reverse and for a second I believe that you are coming to save me.

I scream a lamenter's scream
Filled with so much pain that the volume is deafening
And yet your ears are deaf to it.
You stop the car and then you continue to reverse.

How poisoned is the mind of a woman scourned
Naviety flows through my veins instead of blood
Breathing is no longer necessary.
I am not even an afterthought.

And I realize how effortless it is, to drive through ghosts.