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[title] => Cut the Brake Line
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[bodytext] => Piercing sky as black as asphalt A projectile fired from a catapult I turn my head away as signs Begin to melt into blurry lines The moon is gone, it's hours past late Already blinding I further accelerate In my rear view mirror my life will flash If meant to go on I will not crash As endless fields are passing me by With anguish inside I still wonder why As I drift across the center line My hands at my sides, this exit is mine It feels so slow, it's so surreal Just like my visions of twisted steel What lies ahead as I change my gears Can't see a thing through all of the tears Overdriven Can't escape fast enough Can I truly vanish without living a day I'm ready to meet what's coming my way As I drift across the center line My hands at my sides, this exit is mine A darkened tunnel is where my path leads The lights in my face are all that I need No returning from this decline I don't wish to stop, i've cut the brake line Leaving dust on the road behind Red lights mean nothing, i'm color blind My time has come, let the end begin As my limit is reached, the gauge is pinned The wreck happened Before I turned the ignition The horizon never draws closer As for the future, no one knows her Who knew it would be this tough Still can't escape this fast enough As endless fields are passing me by With anguish inside I still wonder why As I drift across the center line My hands at my sides, this exit is mine [comments] => 7 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Vitreous_Soul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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