not a lick of care for human life

May 10, 2005 23:05

I went for a drive early, I was in a fucked up mood.
Racing down Bastanchury at 100.
The scarriest ride of my life.
There wasn't a bone in my body,
that gave a shit about the outcome of what might possibly happen.

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lostinthemarket May 12 2005, 00:28:37 UTC
And in a couple of years when I hear about the little girl that your car savagley ripped into, spilling her guts all over the side of the road, the headlights tinted red by the blood and her grandparents, crying their eyes out, because of the loss of their grandaughters life by a selfish kid - their mobile home getting repossesed because they're both retired and benefits couldn't pay for their bills and the cost of their grandaughters funeral. When I hear that, I'll feel like an accesory to murder because I couldn't make my friend, a man that I will always care about, understand the importance of being a desent human being and watching out for the rest of mankind. And I will question wheather or not I can go to a murderers funeral and still.

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